The sins of my generation have fallen on my mind. forming a layer of filth that can never be washed off. everyday, more and more layers accumulate on me. making me undesirable to this world. after all, who wants to love something ripe with the diseases that this filth cultivates. maybe i have been chosen to carry this burden for everyone. taking all their problems and the weight they produce freeing them to create a better world. i am the whipping boy for my generation. i am taking their punishment. i guess in a way i am a hero. because without me, they couldn't move forward. i am the hero of my generation. i am a Nobel man for holding all of this. i am the nameless collector of sins. i must continue until on until someone for the next generation comes to relieve me of my post. when that happens, i will finally be able to rest. I'll fall into obscurity. no on will know me or the amazing things i have done for them. i have been given the the greatest honer this world can bestow.
