You Don't Deserve To Live
At around 3:45 a.m., I woke up. A second later, I heard my cellphone receive a text message. I was alerted, because it was a very unusual thing. I didn't expect what happened next.
I found out that Kat had lost her cellphone. No, not lost-lost, but lost-stolen. I felt sad and enraged, angry of what had happened. The one I take care of, the one I care about so much in this goddamned world, was held up on her way to work. Right now, I don't know yet if she got hurt. I beg You, God, please...
If you are one of the robbers, and by random chance, you stumble upon this blog, I want you to read on. I want you to feel my pain.
I want you to die. You have no right to live. You do not deserve to eat each grain of rice that was bought from what you have stolen. I want you to feel the pain of the people you've stolen from and from the others you hurt emotionally.
And while you live, I want God to give you each and every nightmare every time you sleep. You do not deserve sleep, for you never worked hard for what you sleep upon. You do not deserve any comfort.
If I had omnipotence, if you never change in one week, I will mutilate your arms; arms that have robbed and harmed so many. Another week, I will tear your legs apart; you will not run again. In another week, I will let you rot in a cell. I will let you feel the pain amplified by the number of people you've robbed.
And then I will take your soul, and teleport you to every crime, every atrocity, committed in this world. I will let you see what you - and what your brethren - do, and let you see it with the ones you love - should they exist.
You don't deserve to live.
The only way I can ever forgive you is if you change your life. Return all what you've stolen, heal all those you've harmed, and comfort all you've angered.
Until then, your soul is damned.
"Kill them all, and let God sort them out."
At around 3:45 a.m., I woke up. A second later, I heard my cellphone receive a text message. I was alerted, because it was a very unusual thing. I didn't expect what happened next.
I found out that Kat had lost her cellphone. No, not lost-lost, but lost-stolen. I felt sad and enraged, angry of what had happened. The one I take care of, the one I care about so much in this goddamned world, was held up on her way to work. Right now, I don't know yet if she got hurt. I beg You, God, please...
If you are one of the robbers, and by random chance, you stumble upon this blog, I want you to read on. I want you to feel my pain.
I want you to die. You have no right to live. You do not deserve to eat each grain of rice that was bought from what you have stolen. I want you to feel the pain of the people you've stolen from and from the others you hurt emotionally.
And while you live, I want God to give you each and every nightmare every time you sleep. You do not deserve sleep, for you never worked hard for what you sleep upon. You do not deserve any comfort.
If I had omnipotence, if you never change in one week, I will mutilate your arms; arms that have robbed and harmed so many. Another week, I will tear your legs apart; you will not run again. In another week, I will let you rot in a cell. I will let you feel the pain amplified by the number of people you've robbed.
And then I will take your soul, and teleport you to every crime, every atrocity, committed in this world. I will let you see what you - and what your brethren - do, and let you see it with the ones you love - should they exist.
You don't deserve to live.
The only way I can ever forgive you is if you change your life. Return all what you've stolen, heal all those you've harmed, and comfort all you've angered.
Until then, your soul is damned.
"Kill them all, and let God sort them out."
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