Mirror...Mirror...

Mirror, mirror on the wall. Who is the most sane of them all? Not I? How silly. For I believe I am the righteous, I believe I have suffered enough. Acceptance? Give then receive is what I believed. But of course I was wrong yet again. Jack is coming, he is coming because of my failure, because I could not survive in such conditions. He is coming because I failed him, I failed me. And now, the weak shall fall away and the righteous and the pure shall inherit what will be left of this waste pile we call earth. He is coming and now I am afraid there is nothing I can do about it...