Who would have taught that even in metro manila, the government are playing games. They are manipulating people inside the head, torturing the crowd, pressing them to the point of breaking. The voices inside the head are real how much more the eyes of the government. I am the neice of Dorothy ,she died a horrible death under the hands of her own kin. The voices inside the head are true which means to say they are played, being played by the crowd. The jeering and the booes are real. The puppetry that resulted to a murder. I cannot blame the guy, he is my uncle too. They are as playful as ever. Somehow mockery and insult are enough to bought the hatred of men. One push is enough to make someone kill the others. The voices on your head, their insult, the images in front. Do you know how wicked the heart of a mortal is?. They are filled with hatred?. The murder case of my aunt is one of it. However, I could confirm there's no chip on everyone of us. Her death signifies the wickedness of the government. Stabbed by my uncle, who baby sitted me from young. A simple knife, and simple speck of guilt inside the heart that trigger the conscience of a guy. With a knife he killed Dorothy my aunt and the knife he hold were filled with life and blood.You see this is why I hated the government. They turn blind to someone who knows something about this game. One death, or another, life continues to move on, and it seems like my family did never learn from their death. Right after Dorothy died, An old mayor used to be kind, died of old age. That man knows the government more than anything else. He too tasted death, and the unkind treatment of those that are around him, not to spare even his family. At the very least, I still remember them, this life is filled with carnage. Those that are kind are destined to covered with hatred. I wrote these things so you are aware of how cruel the world is. Even until now, my family,while they still lives, they are battling like a lunatics. I just hope they don't die by the hands of their own blood. Another thing, inside our blood, there is carnage. Beware of how cannibal work. They are there lurking, waiting like an opportunist. Waiting to devour someone. The voices inside the head is another thing. I'm still learning how to cope up with the voices and the images. At the very least if any one of you enter the line, and the government, heed this warning, be prepared for the blood shed, and death. It saddens me but this is the end of my story. The extra Judicial killing.
