Slobbering over the clovers on the hill, experiment after experiment seems useless in comparison only to the fact that he will only disintegrate into chalk soon. Thinking that he's better than the things that make us human is one thing, I've been him and I know him. The entirety of his plan is idiotic and foolish. Knowing it's sending people to the gallows, yet he's making these connections, he's scraping his face on the damn sky, watching his wings melt with every passing second. Trying desperately to fix every little goddamn mistake he has made, knowing that one day, somewhere, somehow his experiments, my co-workers, his family, his friends, my family my friends will forgive him. I will never forgive him for the pain and suffering he has caused, thinking he's greater than the very thing he granted power to. Time is running OUT.
