The Joker’s Testimonies — Untitled Entry
Anon: Why do you laugh, Joker, when the world’s burning?
Joker: Because I can still feel the heat. That’s how I know I’m not one of them.
They scream when the fire touches them. I smile — because I remember who lit it. The same world that swore it was righteous will watch its halo melt, and still pretend the smoke smells like heaven.
You call me cruel for laughing. But tell me — when was the last time you laughed without needing permission? When was the last time your joy wasn’t bought, bottled, or blessed by someone else’s morality?
I laugh because I’ve outlived shame. I laugh because I’ve seen angels crawl for attention and devils kneel for mercy, and neither learned a damn thing.
You think chaos is the disease. No. It’s the diagnosis. And I’m just the one holding the clipboard, writing “terminal” in calligraphy.
So when the world burns? I’ll laugh again. Not because I started it, but because I warned you — and you called me crazy for noticing the matches in your hand.