If only the monsters who call themselves the human race didn’t want to try to perfect evil in the things they do to me. Then they’d know that they’d gone too far. They are monsters after all. They can’t comprehend what my will to live means to me. They destroyed as naturally as evil beings would do. But they’re monsters so doing this wasn’t going too far. Monsters excel at doing what’s inhumane and doing it well. So this is exactly what the monsters who call themselves the human race do to me. What’s inhumane.