— We're not gonna make it, are we? People, I mean.
— It's in your nature to destroy yourselves.
I have lost the faculty of enjoying their destruction, and I am too idle to destroy for nothing.
I believe in death, destruction...chaos, filth, and greed.
Diamond: the stone that radiates exquisiteness for all eternity. All that awaits those mesmerised by its shine is destruction. However, even knowing that, it is said that it is impossible to resist.
When your species is on the verge of collapse, perhaps everything becomes more desperate.
Melkor was jealous of him, for Aulë was most like himself in thought and in powers; and there was long strife between them, in which Melkor ever marred or undid the works of Aulë, and Aulë grew weary in repairing the tumults and disorders of Melkor. Both, also, desired to make things of their own that should be new and unthought of by others, and delighted in the praise of their skill. But Aulë remained faithful to Eru and submitted all that he did to his will; and he did not envy the works of others, but sought and gave counsel. Whereas Melkor spent his spirit in envy and hate, until at last he could make nothing save in mockery of the thought of others, and all their works he destroyed if he could.
Do you know what your mistake has always been? You see belief as something solid... independent. Something easily removed with one, singular blow. But belief is a weed. It grows wild and deep. If you want to destroy it for good... you have to uproot it.
— There was a nuclear war. A few years from now... all this, this whole place, everything... it's gone. Just gone. There were survivors. Here, there. Nobody even knew who started it. It was the machines, Sarah.
— I don't understand.
— Defense network computers. New, powerful... hooked into everything, trusted to run it all. They say it got smart... a new order of intelligence. Then it saw all people as a threat. Not just the ones on the other side. It decided our fate in a microsecond. Extermination.
Yet it is told among the Eldar that the Valar endeavoured ever, in despite of Melkor, to rule the Earth and to prepare it for the coming of the Firstborn; and they built lands and Melkor destroyed them; valleys they delved and Melkor raised them up; mountains they carved and Melkor threw them down; seas they hollowed and Melkor spilled them; and naught might have peace or come to lasting growth, for as surely as the Valar began a labour so would Melkor undo it or corrupt it. And yet their labour was not all in vain; and though nowhere and in no work was their will and purpose wholly fulfilled, and all things were in hue and shape other than the Valar had at first intended, slowly nonetheless the Earth was fashioned and made firm. And thus was the habitation of the Children of Ilúvatar established at the last in the Deeps of Time and amidst the innumerable stars.
The one I love
Is striking me down on my knees
The one I love
Drowning me in my dreams
The one I love
Over and over again
Dragging me under