A Galactic Globe of Suffering

The world is not a place of joy, its a place of sorrow, where things can only go wrong.  No opportunity to improve; its all a facade.  A mask that covers the world, blinding the civilians to engage in behavior which only diminishes their souls.  Life is not joy.  For, the devil has conquered Earth.  All we do is unintentionally to please the bastard from the depths of Hell.  We shall not find peace, nor happiness; only a temporary state of being that is better than the worse, but still bad.  We cannot progress, for inventions serve merely to get closer to our ceasing of existence.  We are essentially digging our own graves, shovel-full at a time, in jobs, in schools, in towns, in everything which the world comprises.  Nothing is good; All is Evil.  See evil, hear evil, do evil, be evil- that is what the world does, masking sins for... and vices for...  The World will burn in all its fury, a sphere of flames, an orange speckle of an atmosphere filled with different versions of the burning inferno; however, suffering is universal, suffering is galactic; eternity is eternal.