The short story of the human struggle

   There is a room some where outside of space, residing just beyond the void. It houses a man that steals from the poor and gives to the rich. His name is Reality.

   Wanderers and dreamers find themselves in this room with this man that keeps his eyes shut tight and his ears covered with his own unblemished hands. They shout questions at him and tug at his arms, begging him to listen, to help them. But he simply smiles and sends them back to earth with a looming feeling of missed opportunity.

   He fiddles with lies and crafts dark hokum whilst delivering injustice to the human race. His only company hides behind his back and twiddles her thumbs. She goes by the name of Rebellion. She is often disregarded by the people who come and scream at her master. This is why they suffer, she thinks to herself, they do not realize that I am only inches away from their fingertips.