Fan Fiction ❯ Thoughts For The Weak ❯ Dark Thoughts ( Prologue )

I never took pity on the weak, those that fall away from the symbolical balance I create. And then they wonder why I am like I am. I've learned a lot more than some would learn in a lifetime. But I cannot explain it. I never could. And never will. Maybe it just the way life feeds itself in symbolical balance of its own. Now comes the rain, a true fact, where hope lies, the rain will always fall. Never stopping, never beginning. Like things, that never come, but someway always show.Can we explain that? No. Are we facing death? Yes, always. Will we be saved? I cannot say. Do I know these facts to be true? I do not. Can I show you them? No, but I can teach. And I will always teach those who wish to learn. But few wish to learn. As if they know it all. They know nothing. Never will. For I don't teach the weak. I don't pity them.