I hate the being next to me. He is different and that is enough to cause war. Enemies do not get my free givings, my best is never offered. I will horde, and compete. I judge worth and create the inequalities to keep my minority in control. The hell with the rest they are no friends of mine. Let us carve up this planet and paint imaginary lines to divide us. Prisoners forced to a lifetime of labor this world rots under this common sense of pure hate, the fires we stoke will torture countless lives each journey around sol. Mark that on the calender for repeat so it is never forgotten and passed on for generations to come. This war makes me king what entertainment we celebrate.