Death of Men

Envy clutches the soul of dread when it sees love all around. How can a world so cruel, so desolate, portray such a thing in broad daylight? The minds lost to hate can never fathom the possibility of love, as it will bring no comfort to a soul that thrives on pain.

When suffering brings a smile to a face, it can never go back to the innocence of the past. The child inside him is dead; the ashes of the child have created men strong enough to smile at pain and cry at happiness.

Living has become tiresome, and the new world has nothing meaningful to offer to soothe the heart of these people. The things they have admired are deemed as the past, and the things they hate are deemed the Future. 

Only one thing awaits, the act of inevitability. With nothing to lose, these men march forward with nihilistic smiles.