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Warning ... Dystopia
"[...] dystopian fiction looks at totalitarian dictatorship as its prototype, a society that puts its whole population continuously on trial, a society that finds its essence in concentration camps, that is, in disenfranchising and enslaving entire classes of its own citizens, a society that, by glorifying and justifying violence by law, preys upon itself. [...] dystopian society is what we would today call dysfunctional; it reveals the lack of the very qualities that traditionally justify or set the raison d'être for a community."
Source: Erika Gottlieb's Dystopian Fiction East and West: Universe of Terror and Trial
Ashen Skies, A Tainted Genocide
"Make the lie big, make it simple, keep saying it, and eventually they will believe it."
- Adolf Hitler -
I begged to go to Hell. I deserved a life full of suffering and I deserved torment.
I wanted nothing more than to smolder in Satan's fiery depths. I wanted to be immersed in pain for eternity. Any chances of redemption or forgiveness, I would instantly refuse. My only request would be that suffering and guilt would inflict my every thought, my every move. Every fucking breath I took, I wanted it to burn. This was, at the very least, what I deserved. If there was a harsher fate than Hell, I would easily accept it with open arms.
I'll tell you what I didn't deserve. I didn't deserve to live. And I didn't deserve to love her—yet I could do nothing but love her. Nothing more and nothing less. The fact that I, myself, couldn't even protect the woman I loved, ripped and tore at my insides. It was an indescribable torture, a self-torture, but I could justify it.
I deserved it.
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