Judge and Executioner


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I Must Die.Image

That’s all there is to it.

I am kneeling here…in my big rig…preparing for the exit from mortality by my own hand.

 No…hear me out.

When you do, you will see that…yes….it is for the best.

Everything is clear to me now.

I deserve it.

The sun’s rays… through the windows make the dust particles dance appear ghostly…haunted.

It is quiet now.

I have come to grips with the responsibility of dispensing this justice upon myself that I have pronounced…nay…that I have heaped upon other transgressors throughout my life.

I will not be a hypocrite.

I must be true to the laws of nature and man.

The laws that I believe in.   Self discipline.

 My rules…my guidelines.

Pet peeves should be inviolate.

I see the instruments of justice before me.

My release….

My redemption…

The ceremonial jagged piece of glass, the tack hammer, the boiling vat of…

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