Your best friend turns into a demon, changes into a green monster and slithers through the grass. Your enemy saves your soul and it doesn't matter. They are both trying to kill you in their own special way. The mark on your door is useless. Your neighbor will be the one to come in the night and slay your young, slaughter your innocents. The one who drags you from the fire is no one that you've ever known. The one that shoots you in the back of the head is closest to your heart. You have not slept with fear. You have not been carried to the bridal chamber of war. You have not been groomed for more than consumption. Even training for destruction gives you more than you know. You can not feel your own face. Your eyes are not your own. Your bones belong to your ancestors and your voice is a sound offer. Your matter is energy over and over again. Your energy is matter only once. It is not your matter. The stars were never yours. You are their future. You are the dust of their deaths. They will outlive you by the billions. You do not have even 200 friends. The brain can not carry all that wiring. You do not matter. Do something that matters.