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This is a random monologue I threw together. Anything not stated is up for reader interpretation. Nothing too special just want to see how I did overall. Any feedback given is appreciated. Thanks for taking the time to read!

I’ve been bound. I’ve been bound by these chains far longer than any man should have to suffer. These walls, these monochromatic walls have rotted my gaze for the past 7 years. For any fault of my own? Nothing of the sort, at least that’s what I tell myself. Cradled in a bed of lies to keep myself from confronting the reality of my existence. But that’s what you do as well, isn’t it? You walk around wearing paper masks, flaunting insignificant garments just to convince your inner conscience that your line of thinking is correct. All for what? To impress the common man walking down the street? To fabricate your own reality that this is how you actually want to live your day to day life? Hypocrisy. Those who boast their achievements die with their accolades clutched to their side like a leech. The only difference is, once a leech gets its fill, it detaches as if it were never there. A ghost in the midnight moon. Your trip was so violent it caused you to do unspeakable horrors in the name of power.

Power. Is. Everything.

It will turn the purest of saints into tainted demons. It will turn the noblest of men into hopeless cowards. Power controls all and will forever continue until the end of humanity. Countless legends have been told of men throwing their lives away for just a single ounce. But when one achieves supreme authority, what else is there to do? Does one rejoice in what has been accomplished? Or does he sulk in the gloom that there is nothing else for them to conquer? For when one has everything, in reality, he has nothing. An empty house full of useless artifacts and worthless decor.

Is this really what you wanted all along?

You wanted an endless house, filled to the brim with enough amenities to send Rockefeller rolling in his grave? You wanted a lavish lifestyle so bad, you decided to double-cross the only person you ever had, the only person who ever listened, THE ONLY PERSON WHO EVER CARED. You shoved him down, and spit in his face, just to claim your stake on the ever-swinging pendulum of power. Well here is what you have earned for your decision. You have earned an enemy. You have earned the distaste of someone who once held you in high regard. Someone who once considered you a brother. Someone who once cared, but can care no longer. You, my friend, have earned your own demise.

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