FicWad

The only reason why im still here today. No ignorent fool has tried to stab me in the back.
Why?
You don't give them the chance to.
Don't trust no one and you might live longer.
The world is cruel, like a den full of lions, every step is a wrong one, every move your being watched. They are the hunters and we are the prey.
But like a den, once your in you cant get out.
Fight till your last breath or give up knowing that nothing you try would save you from your fate.
What is life anyway?
Just a sick game to play with your emotion, for you to be played upon.
Don't let them find pleasure in your pain, hunt or be hunted.
Survival of the fittest.
Your becoming week, supressed by the lies thrown at you over the years, over the decades.
Keeping us from our true path, where the game has a winner, a victory.
Be what you are and not a slave, a beaten wipped slave, crawling on your knees, begging, praying for forgivness when you know its all in vein.
For in the end it all comes down to you.
Be what you are.
Or be a sheep shepared by a clown, a fake who decieves and destroys your every dream.