Liars. They talk and talk. They make those deals, those promises. Then no more. They blow it off like it was simply a bug disturbing them. Let them all fucking burn. They have no appreciation. They have no rightness about them. Would they even miss me if I were gone? Would they even cry? Shed a tear? Anything? Feel something? Or do they all pretend when I'm around? It's because I'm here they act nice and freindly. But their true nature can only be revealed once you aren't there and you tickle them with the tip of your knife above fire burning so hot.