The world was a lie.  It was a fake created to give us the illusion that somehow it was still real and it existed.  They lied to us every second of our lives to hide the truth and people willingly sold themselves to the propaganda because they didn’t want the truth.

I’ve seen the truth.  I’ve seen the bodies and the dying.  I’ve seen the price to be paid and I know its cost.  I feel sick, even now.  How could they do it?  How dare they?

The world is not a place for raising families and enjoying life and trying to make it better for our children.  It’s a slaughter house and we’re all just waiting for the gun to be put to our heads.  The world is hollow, it’s made of steel and bone, and its gutters run with blood and other bodily fluids.

The inner world has a charnel stench of death that cannot be forgotten even after all this time.  The cannibal kings of the world herd their animals into pens and then push them into lines of metal corridors slowly forward to oblivion.

Some are butchered while still alive; it’s a cruel game they play to amuse themselves.  Others are simply killed and cut up like an assembly line, it’s a horrible nightmare world I can still remember, and I wish I was dead some times.

The naked undignified waiting to die stared downcast as they had given up all hope of escape and they were resigned to their ghastly fate.  If wish I could have saved them but there was no way, I should have found a way, I should have same some, but I couldn’t.

The cannibal kings walk among the world invisible and unseen.  They hide behind human faces but they look at people like menus.  They are gross and evil beings twisted and vile.  They are monsters and demons in human form.

Quietly they shape the world, population control to weed out the weak and the sick.  They start wars when they have a surplus and create famines that only the strongest can survive.  They are without mercy and compassion.  They are beyond all hope of reason, they are everywhere, they will be coming for me soon, I’ve seen them looking at me.

They drive large vans, each one packed full of bound and gagged kidnapped victims, I try to tell the police to stop them and save their prisoners, but they control them and I’m just ignored.

I’ve seen their leader, a tall fat man with a long horrid coat.  He’s utterly evil, beyond mere words to express true repulsive sin.  He wields the knife and consumes the hearts, he’s wicked and called the Doctor, a joke it seems.

Forgive me please, but he looks exactly like you, I’ve seen your face upon him before, that curly blond hair matted with blood.  You can call him Valeyard all you want but to me he’s the Devil.  I don’t care if you can save the world, I just need something for the pain, something to stop these bitter tears when I weep for the world.  Is it so selfish to want to forget all I’ve seen?  I know you have to go, but at least make it stop, make it all stop.  You will?  I’m glad, for a minute I thought I was seeing things, it’s not everyday you see a large blue box appear in your front room.  What do you mean I’m in a coma?  I want to wake up!  I want to wake up!  I want to wake up!  I want to…