Blight
You're Not the Tops
I've been here a long time. I've stayed many
places and I've chosen where I may live, be it to your asset or your fabricated detriment.
Compared to all of my locations, I find this place to be the most sullied,
spoiled, and taken for granted when it comes to its inhabitants. There are
throngs of you milling about believing you are so entitled – your actions so
unbridled – that you've become the blight to your own crop.
I've had the privilege of integrating with
your perception of the best and I must tell you that I am not impressed. Your
societal standards have been fished from the sewer and your gall prompts you to
set them haughtily above on a universal marquee as laws that have poisoned
bloodlines across your questionable borders.
Well, the time has come for me to leave and I shed no sad
tears. I've made my observations and should inform you that your poison cistern
will no longer sustain you. You have forfeited your self-appointed rank as top
of the food chain. With your enslaving, petty ideals, you've managed to extend
and create wastelands beyond your archaic precepts. You breed adversity where
there need be only peace and it will no longer be tolerated. This is a note to
the deliberately clueless. The foundation of your private occupation must be
extinguished.
Pamela Benjamin
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