When I look at some people, I can't keep but think that a great mistake has been made in the universe. Why do "someone" creates a place and then sends a bunch of organisms to tear it apart?
It maybe enough to build a well-organized world in six days but appareantly it needed much more time to create harmless souls. Or there was no mistake and the primary intention was to bring out imperfect souls who will later turn into flawy machines that destroy anything they'll come across: hearts, minds, thoughts, perfection; anything that matters to the pure souls.
While the black side gets stronger in the process of time, with its billions of soldiers; the other, white side, learns how to survive and keep its head up, and also strengthen its inborn powers. Maybe sitting back and watching this combat (I really don't wanna mention the word "entertaining") is helpfull to figure out and build up the best species.
Unfortunatelly, when looking back, it's hard to say that a successful job has been made. Instead of getting better, each attempt brings another member in the black army.
Whose fault is this? The ones who voluntarily choose to be the part of that side or... Does it even really matter what we choose? When you're helplessly left into the playground that is surrounded by the wild animals, can you get a chance to change those animals and count them in your game?
The point is, there's no point... I'm just saying, the world would be a perfect place without the people inside it. And the people? That no one can be perfect, doesn't have to mean everyone should be imperfect. For the last few centuries, the equation is being corrupted which makes it worse living in this world than it already is. Poor Earth! It has no fault. Cause it's not broken, the people are...
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