They don't matter. They will be dead and rot into the ground like everything else. They are no more special than a rock. They serve no ultimate goal or purpose, yet they crawl and persist. It's instinct and emotions that keep them going. No more of these insipid creatures. I want no more of them. The only emotion they give me is disappointment. Disappointment because they do not, will not, and can not understand the truth. They cling on to anything and everything. They must feel superior in every and any way they can. I would feel no remorse if they were annihilated by an asteroid. An asteroid of destruction is what this forsaken planet needs to cleanse itself. Nature is a disgusting thing I no longer want to be a part of. Let me rot. Let you rot. It's only a matter of time before we perish.
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