All those times I watched them cry, wishing I could wipe off their tears. All those times I dreamt of making their lives better.
I watched them struggle to earn their names in this cruel world, watched them get thrown in the dark by their failures.
There was nothing I could do. I was merely a child growing up in a world of riches and luxuries.
But I grew out of it. I wanted to become strong to help the weak and that I did. I became the strongest man alive.
But then I got blinded by my power. I forgot all the people I left behind. I was only entranced in becoming the upper hand.
I failed my people the love they deserved. I cared only for my own growth and development. I threw them away like thrash.
And the worst part about it was that I felt I made the right decision. I felt not everybody was meant to live a life of luxuries and so I failed.
The light that was once dominant became the dark. It consumed me until all I could think of was my evil and greed. It was bittersweet in the very least.
Corruption
