Away, oh world!

Among the brethren of this, the world, I found no rapport or restitution. 

As the world hath abandoned me, so hath I abandoned this, the world, to its own devices.

Thou marchest to thy destruction, and knowest not how wretched thou art. 

Thy destruction comes swift and sure. Thou hast deceived me and purported to me.

A lying friendship which I hast not need of. Thou canst have thy friendship. I need it not.

For this, thy world, is a foul place, full of vice and virile vehemence.

The likes of which I knowest not nor dost I wish to heretofor. 

Thou hast abandoned me, oh world, and so doest I to thee.

Thou reap what thou sowest. Thou hast lost whatever thy hast. 

Keepeth thy vaccinations. Hold to thyself thy lying words about safety.

Thou knowest not safety nor hetetofor wilt thou ever. 

Thou hast slain my heart and left it a most wretched organ. 

The beats it hast are off-paced, and she hath not the strength to withstand.

To my kidneys. thou hast betrayed me or left me for dead. 

Where art thou when I needest thee? Thou hast been nowhere around.

As waste buildeth up insideth me, thou hast betrayed me sure and swift. 

So cometh my devastation. My devastation cometh upon me and is sure and swift.

As sure as the dregs in the world live and breathe, thou hast betrayed me as all have.

I hast nothing to retain for there is nothing in retaining. Thou wilt and hast lost all that thou hast.

In so losing, thou hast been brought most low. But lower still wilt thou sink.

Before thine eyes close in eternal slumber, thou wilt know pain and suffering.

As thou hast never known heretofor. Love also thou wilt never see.

But thou wilt see others living it in thy place. Thy destruction loometh.

Thou canst not stop thine own destruction. It cometh like thieves in the night air.

Rattling the bells of death to find thee whithersoever thou goest. 

Sleep, oh world. For soon, thou wilt sleep the sleep of a hundred deaths. 

In this, thou wilt know that pleasure is fleeting.

Thou wilt also discover that fun hast never heretofor been the meaning.

Of the inglorious macrocosm of existence. 

And when thou hast learnt these things...thou wilt die. Alone, friendless, pitiful. 

The same way thou hast come into this, the world. For thou comest in.

And thou leavest the same way. Thou wilt sleep, but thy soul shall burn. 

No water shall quench thy thirst.

No love shall reach thee. 

As thou livest, so shalt thou die as wretched and pitiful as thou art now. 

And when you do...don't come crying to me to save you. Because I won't. :|