The Hate Letter

dearly beloved

I feel only vindictive dreams for you, with the pious redemption that surges through my blood, my heart, my mind. The divine retribution which I plan to enact to a tremendous extent of my being, I abhor you with my self, my soul. Every fiber of my being abhors you, and adores the hand of death as it touches your skin, you deserve this reaction to your feeble excuses that your fickle mind could only think of. Pathetic, utterly and unparalleled weakness that flows through you, your words giving you the illusion of strength

with great pleasure
                                    The phantom of the 909th division