Nightmare

My reality is a bad dream, one I can't seem to wake from. I am at war with my own Human race. The law forces me to lie, cheat, and steal, it makes me a slave and a prisoner. I am a pimp and prostitute, I sell myself demanding my reward. The root of evil is my only friend, one I seem to do anything for. I extort my gifts and cause this genocide against my species. I falsely claim allegiance to this land and imaginary figures, not to the children whom deserve my better. I mindlessly follow a calendar I did not create. I must love repeating a history I have not learned from, for I am a barbaric beast bread to compete. I am a drone on autopilot with no faith in my peoples. Freedom, peace and prosperity are only words and have no real meaning in this moment in time and space I share with these idiots consumed by economies allowing only a minority to survive. What happened to Life amongst this very capable species? They no longer grow or ask hard questions. When I die I hope to find a better company, this one sucks for they are all Star blind. Out in the Universe, I know a heaven exists – a planet of decent beings living and loving for all to survive. Angels sharing and communicating, caring for one another making glory together. This is the desperation I seek and find no where on this Earth. I am weak and powerless. My servitude and submission prevents the planetary cooperation and the world peace from existing. I am a member of satan's army. I know I have wronged so many, for that I am so sorry. I now know the meaning of Life and what I should have been born to do. Share not trade. Good not evil. I cry, the gravity has me pin. This Hell is my home, please let this bad dream end. I hope there is another side and I am not judged as I am here. Eyes, I beg you to open.