Welcome, wretched souls, to our desolate realm.
We, the miserable inhabitants of this forsaken world, do hereby declare our existence to be nothing more than a futile exercise in suffering.
Our skies are perpetually shrouded in a thick, impenetrable gloom, a constant reminder of the bleakness that lies within.
Our hearts are as dry as the dust that coats our cracked and barren lands.
We are the walking dead, stumbling through the ruins of our once-great civilization.
We have no hope, no solace, no respite from the unrelenting despair that surrounds us.
We are but mere specters, a haunting reminder of what once was, but now is no more.
Article 1: The Preamble
We, the wretched inhabitants of this doomed world, are bound by our shared suffering.
Article 2: The Declaration of Hopelessness
We have no hope. None. Zilch. Nada.
Article 3: The Articles of Despair
We are lost. Alone. Forgotten.
Article 4: The Pledge
We pledge ourselves to the darkness, to the abyss that lies before us.
And so, we sign off with a resolute determination to wallow in our own misery.
Join us, dear wretches, in our collective descent into the depths of despair.