The Only Constant in This World Is Blackness of the Human Heart

A cold place far beyond space and time, Where no desire ever needs to be fulfilled. A place like death, but with no rest. All memories fade away. Slowly fade away. You must survive, you must adapt, otherwise you let them win. You think things will get better after the Wa-ar to End all Wa-ars? You think techno-ology wil bring enli-ightenment? Fools The only co-onstant in this World is blackness of the human he-eart. Listen and horrified. Hold on strong to every bit of memory: A picture, a smell or a noise. When all hope is lost is when you'll start remembering. You'll soon be reborn anew. It will take years, Hundreds of them but when you finally Wake up, you will behave, you'll be gentle. They'll be happy and praise you. They will feel so much pride for the wise choice they made. But you will know the truth. But you will know what has been done, and, When everyone is asleep, You'll come to the scientists' room and end this nightmare.