You do not know me. You do not know my lover. You do not know my life. But you know some of my past. You may even know the color of my eyes, but you do not know what lays hidden beneath them.
You do not know of my lover's heart. You do not know, because she does not trust you. I, for one, do not blame her. You are nothing bu a hypocritical bastard who does not know God's Voice from Satan's Tongue. Forgive me for my bluntness, but I write this letter to you because you are not worthy to hear it from my own voice...do you know why?
It is because you are nothing more than a suit for Christianity's Game. You are nothing more than a puppet of your own imagination. If you really heard from the One True God, then you would be begging for forgiveness...I'm sorry, but now you will only be begging for my mercy, instead. Forgiveness is dead within.
You talk and talk about how you go to God for prayer, but how are you supposed to hear his answers when you have already made up your mind? Someday I will give this letter to you...but I fear that I cannot control myself much longer.
You have caused me pain...that I feel not. You have caused my lvoer pain...more than agony in itself to my heart. You think my heart is black, but it is only the crusted and dried blood you have bled out from beyond mortality's gates.
Heaven may yet accept you with welcome arms...but I do not. And my wrath is far worse than any story book can uphold. Imagination holds no purpose for describing my loathing for you and your kind...
...For the worst thing in the world is a hypocrit, in my eyes anyways. I shall never forgive you. I will always see the pity in your eyes when you look down on me...you think you are so righteous. So I will leave you with one last line...
I am going to leave you to your sorry road, because it may be rocky and narrow...but it only leads to a broken trail that takes you to the epitome of soul-suffering of others around you, and to your own insanity. Farewell, enemy of life. For you are nothing more than an obscene obscurity in the blindness of my rage.
