Part of me would feel better if I wished evil upon you, but
I know that I would later regret that.
I think it would even make me feel better thinking you were
in agony . . . paying for the sins you have committed against
But why should I always be such a forgiving one? Haven't
I always forgiven you for your previous tresspasses and actions
against me? Why shouldn't I forgive you now?
Then again . . . why should I?
In the past 6 months, you have caused me more pain and misery
than any one human being.
I forgave you, time and time again . . . for everything.
But that stops now.
With this last stint of childish attacks, I see you for
who you really are . . . a poor, pitiful excuse
for a human being. You call yourself a man, I call
you a coward. Hiding behind a veil of lies and
the actions of others, my only hope is that one day Truth
shall find you, and Justice, her steady companion, will
smite you with her sword.
I fear you not. And though you claim that you feel
only love for me, it is contempt that fills my heart.
A burning desire to smite you myself for those wrongs that
you have executed against me.
Though my sword is mighty, and my arm is strong, I will not
commit a wrong against another.
There is a time and place for everything . . . and this is
not yet mine.
Though how my fingers ache to feel the cold hard steel
between them. To watch as you writhe in agony at my
feet. To see you suffer through that which I have
endured and more!
But Vengeance is not mine . . . so it is written, and so
it will be.
But remember, your days are numbered . . . use them wisely.