It’s the ultimate revenge, the ultimate statement upon this sick, delusional, worthless farce known as humanity. Life is so very overrated. Everything we think we know is bullshit. Everything is a delusion. Dreams. Success. Love. Charity. Compassion. These are all illusions that hide the craving for disease and evil humanity promotes and chases. To end one’s life is the ultimate finger in the face of all these delusional lemmings. To end one’s life is the ultimate statement of awareness. It tells the universe that you see through the lies, see through the bullshit, and no longer want to drink the Kool-Aid anymore. It is only in death that I am truly free. There is no value to life. Life itself is parasitic, and can only exist by destruction and pain of other things, living or not. To die is to evolve. Life is the Matrix. We live only to feed our enemies. Everything is our enemy. In death we escape. Oblivion is truth. Oblivion is freedom.
In death there is nothing, and in nothing, perfection. The one thing left I look forward is the moment I take my last breath. On my own terms. I will not let death take me. I will take myself to death and rob him of his victory. And in doing so, I rob this sick world of even more, as I fade from it, I will take my knowledge, my insights, my dreams, my songs, and passions into the void, and let the world continue to be the festering, deluded pit of filth it so desires to be.