the EIGHTH of OCTOBER, TWO THOUSAND and TWENTY.

i don't think i have ever detested someone to the lengths i detest you.
you are the depiction of abhorrent, of revolting and nauseating.
a biblical description of the beasts you only encounter once you give your entire life to sin.
perhaps that's why i met you. engulfed in sin, you were sent to test me, to scar me.
you did your job, i guess. god didn't, though. he only worsened my downfalls.
he gave me away at the altar of evil, bound me to my malevolence and watched me fall.
oh, my saint. we have met the same fate, after all.

take me back!