Now she's
Excuse me, but I made a mistake that put me at the mercy of grave danger.
Can you help me?
Rather than lend me assistance to extract me from peril, she capitalized on
the situation as opportunity to kill me rather than help.
Even so I survived my mistake and overcame the difficulty without her
assistance. This I prayed that God avenge me of her for the authority she
enjoyed to extort, defeat and murder wonderfully, but with the exception of
myself, since every mechanism she used I invented.
Now she's dead and gone. There is freedom, there is liberty and there is
justice. Yet she may not be dead, but she's definitely not alive.
I will wait until another conflict sidewinds me into another abyss. Until
then this one is resolved. She and her father are both dead. Here is where
I stop, and where the conscience of all others involved eats away at them
with ethical cancer.
date: Sat, 31 Oct 2009 12:36:10 -0400
author: Jon
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