you used to believe that the world was made of two sorts- the good and the bad. for so long, your mind beat your body to submission, believing that doing good meant being good. your flesh surrendered itself for inspection, in hopes of being branded as part of the better. you never quite made the cut, there was always an evident darkness in your heart. your flesh was the king of the trinity. you became terrible with a purpose, desperate to hurt and be hurt. you played both roles with such conviction.
this mentality became the root of your evils: a vortex of dark intentions and superficial motives. you tried to make up for your own lack of conscience by ripping others apart, pocketing the pieces that you wanted to model, then taking credit for mocking virtue and mastering deceit. you played a spotless victim, even though you were fully aware that you were also the mastermind behind the puppet work. still, you expect that when the end credits roll, you'll be seen as a lovable villain with a dark past that explains your treachery, and a kindred soul that just needs some rescuing.but this is real life.
and in real life, there is no such thing as good bad guys.
there are only bad bad guys.