If you want a picture of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a human face—forever

historical image unavailable It's all just a neatly packaged bundle of lies. It spreads like a cancer, killing everything alive inside of us but the rugged flowers of evil. Sprouted up from seeds sown of hate and harbored feelings of bitterness. Only the strong survive, the weak die. Only the evil feelings live on, the goodness within us refuses to fight for itself. Goodness won't raise a hand. Won't take a stand. Goodness lies down before evil, trusting, believing in mercy. But evil knows no mercy. That is why evil always wins. Because it is not goodness. And that is why goodness never wins. Because it is not evil. You know, honestly, sometimes I wonder what the fucking point is. The point of all the fucking misery of it.