For their sake

Let's start like this,very simple,I am writing.

Dear diary.

I am blind,how the hell am I suppose to write?

Sounds so childish,almost obscure but I think I need to go straigh up by talking with myself in a room about...myself.A little pause for a welcome anticipation.Let it slide please.100.100.100 years,100 goddamn years passed and everyday when people pass me and tell me how "lucky" I am to live in such a high standard worth-of-shot place like this hell hole ,I need to stop whining and agree that I am a lucky blind man.

I wanted to have a very long testimony,I want to die.

100 years passed and I feel like nothing changed since the civilization went down the hill so bad it kinda made me realise at my 40s and something that we started to wait until the technology to grow up as a need sanctity,as a new God towards a very sick and damaged system but how,but how in the name of the Lord forsake we went into the 1800s with horses and cariges and people still craving money like we need some kind of devil to worship at the church every Sunday?How we went like this so low but in the same time,predictable?

I was mumbling for myself since I was a kid that we will fly even higher not crawling for some bread like the last of the fallen horses now riding them?How we died and went to some places even Dante being ashamed to walk among the dying corpses of some people that are asking themselves the same question just as me,but they are not stuck in a house talking and talking and wondering why.Maybe they are doing things,showing concerne,acting upon the whole situation.I still remember how my dead mother told me about 2018 and how her mother,god please don't beat her that much about her sins,was something else.Was like a pleasure to stay and a horror to live but to make a very doubtful comparison with 2119 that looks like those old tv series TABOO or hell knows how are named to look like some fanatic fantasies and this miserable point is the reincarnation of Satan itself.

I heard a knock at the door.1 time.2 times.3 times.40 times

"Morgan Freeman.Your trial is ready!"I heard some voices behind the main one.Gulliber McRodding.The city chancellor.I am blind and a dead man,God please hold me tight and don't let me kill them.Not today,please.