Paradise by Seth

The cracking brick facade of positivity crumbles beneath the weight of wretched human nature, where every act of feigned kindness is a calculated transaction, every smile conceals the gnashing teeth of ulterior motives. The stench of corruption saturates the air, a reminder that rot begins not in the gutters, but festers in the masquerade of the self-righteous. Hope itself seems a cruel jest, its faint glimmer snuffed out by the ever-present shadow of greed, deceit, and indifference. What remains is not silence but a cacophony of discord, humanity’s endless scream echoing through the hollow corridors of its own ruin.

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