What
uncouth atrocity. Blabbering buffoon disgracing his own house, insufferable; ignorant
fool.
You
mistake my silence for passiveness. You mistook it for weakness; I can tell you
now that you are sorely deluded. With whatever meagre macabre you possess can
only but wish to challenge me.
And
again, let me dumb this down for you. I am no genius or savant but you my dear
are but a curious little leper. Diseased, plagued and corrupted with whatever
the society has been so kind to ‘endow’ to you. Your ‘reign’ or so you sought
to cheat yourself of, is merely an illusion. You are the grey area between
retribution and charity.
For
illustration purposes, let me paint a tale for your dimmed dimmed mind.
A ruffian
(gangsta) was feeling particularly nefarious one day and decided to have a
little ‘fun’. He ventures forth finding his prey, a weakling he can terrorize
without jeopardy or repercussions. Little did he know however, that said victim
happens to be the son of a billionaire. And so, the very next day he returned
to his conglomerate organisation only to find out that he has been retrenched.
The
ruffian tried very hard over the course of the years to find a proper job
opportunity as despite his tough and aggressive attitude was actually a very
timid person moreover, he had a family of four and his wife is pregnant with
another. He desperately needed a job but no matter how low he is willing to
endure, he could not find employment. Thus, without a proper job, the man was
forced to commit crimes and let’s just say that his crime spree had a little
more of a premature end.
Locked
behind bars, his family lost the only breadwinner but just as everything seemed
the darkest, they received an anonymous donation enough to sustain the family. Relieved
was the man in prison until the truth walked in on him.
It was found
out that the victim had hired a PI to trail the ruffian and instructed him to
sabotage the man’s attempt at employment by all means necessary. The ruffian,
till the end, led a life of a beggar, begging for alms, scrapes and benefits.
The victim, after spending a few weeks on his obsession of torturing the
ruffian began to forget the man. He led a wonderful life, glamorous and
exciting.
Moral?
Don’t mess with the guy that can or potentially could ruin your life.
This post
started off as a rant but as I wrote and rewrote it, it dawned on me why I felt
so angry. It is as though God feels for his humans. He set rules and punish
those that disobey yet no matter how bad they performed as his creations, he
never stopped loving them. When I look upon your corrupted figure, I see not
the physical attractiveness that you claim to have many maids swoon over you
but rather the corrupted, disfigured character, rotting underneath. And it is
this ugliness that I wish to address. For far too long have the world been
indulged in its perverse tolerance for those that do not deserve it. And I’m
just a step short of dying to address it.
So, with vengeance
still having yet been redressed, to you my lovely I have 4 words for you… 4
words that set us apart.
That is,
Out of Your League.
-Zarae.FilthyAnimals
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