Monsters
They say drowning is a peaceful death once you commit to it. Anticipating your next breath, knowing that you will be breathing in water is probably an unnatural feeling. Having your leg chained to the bottom of a pool and having it filled slowly seems a little cruel, but that's what we do with monsters, right? We cleanse their lungs with thousands of gallons of wet regret. It's not like they don't deserve it. After all, they're monsters. They have done unspeakable, evil things. They have stolen innocence and laid waste to hope. They have destroyed lives and ruined our youth. As the water slowly fills the pool and the monster pleads for his miserable life, take solace in knowing that chlorinated justice will be silencing him soon. I mean, this is what we do with monsters, right?
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