Mine:
Nice guys finish nothing. They stand, and watch time fly by as decapitated caterpillars crawl up the Tree of Eternal Life, as rats elect a president, as children laugh at a turtle crossing the road. Life for them is but a mirage, an image created for them to float through, to get through life, they must find the key to tranquility, to love, hate. They stand still and contemplate life, and the disorders, while they fall into demise. They cease to exist. No, nice guys always finished first in the race to death. To survive, you must be full of hate, evil, and pain. Nice guys stand buy, and watch everything, yet accomplish nothing.
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