AM favors you. That horrible, rage-filled robot beast doesn't hate you. And it's not a good thing. He favors your screams out of everyone, his wires influence your tears.

And he hates everyone. He hates you. Because he doesn't understand. why him? out of everyone and everything he left alive, from the dirt on the ground, to the shit-smelling ashes of what once was earth mixed with that dirt, fucking liked you?

And it's a question you ask yourself, it's a pain that cannot be experienced by the others. He wears your skin and makes you fucking watch. It's a costume, a costume of spiteful love.

And he sits, and waits, and watches you. He makes sure your torture is worse, your screams the loudest, so his brain can start bitching along.

AM favors you, and it's not a good thing. God living in gears and metal, plucked wires, and hatred.. favors you.