Pretensious title without any significant meaning

This is shit
I have the torch of my ancestors
A torch of scarlett light
Meant to help me, guide me through this journey
A being so noble in thought,
But so weak in action.
The figure of the bright happy child is gone
All that remains is a shadow of him
Inside of a thick dark fog
That is me.
Was it always me?
Maybe, maybe not.
We are so wrapped around our arrogance we have problems facing the reality
Which is us, the punny, weakling, dumb and ugly
It’s so hard to see past everyone’s problems and into our ones
We started to create Gods, heroes, whole mythologies just so we can feel better.
Life is starting to feel like a cage.
A cold and dark cage, with the illusion that we are happy
There is only one way out of this cage, and it’s not up, down, left or right.
Freedom is only by suicide option.
An option, perhaps given us by mistake, but nevertheless, it’s almost like a gift from the sky.
Take it, take your freedom.
Feel the warm spectacular sparks embound you.