Glenn/Stereotypes

	People whisper of you. If you exist. Then I suppose we are kin.
	I've seen hints of these fae creatures. I have yet to meet one.
	I have heard of countless gods and their offspring. I have seen proof of none.
	Children playing with reality. Nothing good can come of it.
	Pathetic foul creatures. Filled with hate and anger. How I loath them.
	I watched you from the shadows for so long. I saw your wars. Potential wasted. I wonder how you taste.
	I have no proof you exist. If you do, you must hate me. So many lives snuffed out like candle flame.
	We are only related by the fact we are all hidden monsters going extinct. I judge you independently.