A letter

Forgive my impatient stutter. Reclusive thoughts impale the stigma of my cruel, treacherous and unbounded frailty. What I'm thinking sentences my soul to a tribunal of guilt; I'm forsaken to pain revoking this endeavor.

To hedonistically maintain such simple sorrows, seems to bring within its company a hand composing of darkness that looms through my abrasive hands. Its guiding power seems to be unbreakable by will and so as so I have offered it the last of my innocence. To fates out giving final breathe, moonlight encases my body in a structure of evil intent and I am forced to act on such promiscuous forbiddance. Why this has come to me I shall not know but to each has sold my last thoughts and in these words I seal my final glimpse of sanity. After tonight, that of which has awaken inside of me will consume my earth with everlasting damnation.

Through the fires that forged this possessing, ill grasped familiar, I banish my humanity to the depths and with it in its nature I contend the sanctuary of all my hopes and dreams. Being not that of which I've came, I surrender to your provocation. Please be gentle for failure of interpreting my emotion brings disciplinary vengeance. Hells havoc for meditation can pass and to soon will the reality of shattered optimism. Be not that of fear for reminiscence of chosen thruways can lead to enlightened perseverance. Your mind has its imperfections, and heaving unwelcome thoughts can force even the simplest destruction of everything desired. From this letter I have freed the final parts of a humble and fractured man. Take with it swift ambivalence for there is no shelter from the reckoning and admit my farewell in this exchange while having mercy on my accord.

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