Friday, March 16, 2007

Dear Worthless

I dream your death. You are in jail right now awaiting trial but I hope this reaches you somehow. Every night I picture you dead in a thousand ways. I hope you feel my malice. You have not won, you will never win.

YOU are alone, you are a disgrace to your family and you will remain alone forever. You are nothing now, just another sick freak that got caught. I will be there to watch them sentence you and I hope that you will feel my hatred and that you will suffer from it.

I will dream your death. I will dream your misery and rejoice that you suffer. I hope they cage you with cruel men who will torture you. You are weak and cowardly and the animals there will sense it and feed upon it. They will enjoy your pain. I hope you cry for everything you lost and wake daily to the knowledge that you will never be free again. Live with the knowing that your life is a waste, your children are shamed by you and you are friendless. Live with the knowledge that you will be forced to live out your years in a cell. I will dream your death and hope my dreams are strong enough to come true quickly

May every man's hand be against you. May all that once loved you turn away and know you not. May they deny any kinship with you and be shamed to share your blood. May you be battered and broken and never know a single breath of freedom again. May you lose anything that brings you joy and may you suffer a thousand pains each day. May you never know a single human kindness or the slightest relief from fear. May your evil rebound a thousandfold upon you.May darkness bring you unrelenting terror. May all look upon you and know that you are weak and small and stupid. May you suffer countless miseries until you die in pain, alone and unredeemed.

I DREAM YOUR DEATH.

Dear Robot

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