Hab why must you murder my soul?
you are the beginning of my sorrow,
you are the cause of my strife,
the dark nightmare in my life,
I remember that time,
from that crime,
what you did,
was murder me as a kid,
and show me the earth,
and from there a birth,
had taken place,
and a no trace,
could be seen,
just the wickedness of beings,
you even shown me the way,
to take the world over in a day,
you showed me their hate,
and how to contemplate,
their very mind,
because they are blind,
to their hope there be no more,
worthless war,
but you are so wrong,
and I long,
to see you out of my thoughts,
as I sought,
peace from you,
and the things you do,
to me.
-letter 2 from the living dead to the living me
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