"Eyes open to the sight of reality.

  I wake up to the light of holy.

  Dress myself and work the fields.

  Return home to my warm family.

  Eyes opened to the sight of beasts.

  I woke up to the night of feast.

  Pissed myself and ran away.

  Cries of kids made legs sway.

  Eyes opened to fight reality.

  I woke up to the darkness of futility.

  West I headed and hid in the fields.

  Returned to no home, to no family.

  Wandered into a big city.

  Begged the rich for some pity.

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  Fought the beggers to be fed.

  Lied and snitched to see a bed.

  Deep inside I feel dead.

  Meaningless life no path ahead.

  A light came through to be led.

  She smiled and said I would be wed.

  Love and happiness filled my life.

  Then I got stabbed by would-be wife.

  I cried and asked why she lied.

  Laughed and snickered she was sly.

  She dragged me down to the basement.

  Onto an altar like a gift to be sent.

  Screams and cries filled the room.

  She grinned and said I must repent.

  Blood flowed down the red altar.

  My sight blurred and tears dried.

  'I was decieved! I was lied!'

  My eyes closed and then I died."

  -Jack The Farmer.

  Note: This message was recorded 834 years ago in the afterlife, Jack The Farmer was eventually sent to hell for lying and killing.

  Comment: The Afterlife system is flawed I said, FLAWED!