Battle Angel

Our lives are meaningless as they our now, we must sacrifice our earthly pleasures and the happiness of this life so the next can be all the sweeter. We’re merely living off the scraps of heaven, there’s a better world waiting for us, isn’t there? As long as we devote our lives to the betterment of those who look down on us. So long as we worship them upon our altar of scrap. Maybe then we can finally join them in heaven. But of course that was a lie, we are no different than the vermin to them. Maybe we could’ve found happiness within the scraps of heaven, just you and me.