Prelude

"Our very survival depends on our ability to stay awake, to adjust to new ideas, to remain vigilant and to face the challenge of change." – Martin Luther King Jr.

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Death might be the only thing right now to set us free. From this very long nightmare. The mist of darkness has long covered the light that guides our path. Without knowing when all of this will end, we kept walking on the dreaded path. One wrong step and we could fall into an endless hole where we can never come up again.

I never did anything wrong or even harm other people without a reason. No, I can't even harm a single fly!  But why is it that some people could do it easily? Why can they easily spread a mist anywhere and cause harm to others? 

Is it really fun, seeing other people's sufferings? Is it commendable if you do such things?

"Why?"

"Why?"

"Why?"