As I walk across the land, I watch people pollute their world. I do not understand. Why do people take something that was given to them and destroy it. After its destroyed, they turn around and expect a replacement. I laugh at them. They don't understand that they had one chance to fix their world and they just destroyed it. I walk away from them. They attempt to follow, but they could not keep up. I remember their ancestors, the ones who actually cared about their world. I watch their spirits cry. I wish I could help, but I can do nothing. These people only care about what they look like, they only care about what they have. They lost their way. The only way to wash this disgusting ruin from their world is for them to wake up. Some people have already awakened, but their voices cannot be heard. I weep for them for they are the ones who have the power to cleanse this world. Those people are hated and told that they don't matter. All the praise goes to the destroyers. Slowly, slowly, slowly, they disappear into the shadows. The destroyers laugh. I cry. The darkness of Ragnarok is coming, they don't see it, for they are blind.
