My Humanity
Dear Monsieur,
Please do not let pass this letter. This is my hindmost testimony to the wistful write-
up of the withered existence I shall entitle humanity. I speak this in that my body has
not yet expired, however, my very being has taken root to the essence of hates dominion.
My mind lives on, in an eternal state of anguish perpetuated only by its tendency to
loathe the very most minuscule molecule, including its ill-conceived companion, which
drags along like a rake through God’s garden of Eden with no other intent but to destroy
at the will of its master.
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