A letter to the Fairy
Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2015 2:58 pm
A fortnight has come and gone, still, you and your fairy friends make every atom of my being burn with a deep seeded hatered. I have threatened you... So much so that the powers that be have taken the Boogie voice... for 24 hours... I have now realized that voicing my intentions to mangle and mame your entire lineage have fallen on deaf ears. You know what I want... Yet you continue to deny me... We are beyond diplomacy as words are the weapon of the weak. You now know my intentions of making sure that every single tiny white woman with wings will suffer an unimaginable death at my hands. The young will be first. I will force you to watch as I slowly choke the life from their frail bodies. Once the light leaves their eyes, I will rip off their wings and bathe in your tears... Once I have destroyed everything you love... I will come for you. Your death will not be a quick and silent death... FOR YOUR SCREAMS SHALL SEND WAVES ACROSS THE HEAVENS AND THE WORLD WILL SHUTTER FOR THE BRUTALITY THAT WILL BE WROUGHT UPON YOUR PHYSICAL BODY!!! But not even death will give you the sweet release you desire... FOR I WILL RIP THE HEAVENS FROM THE SKY AND SET THEM ABLAZE TO MAKE SURE THAT NOT EVEN IN DEATH WILL YOUR SOUL BE AT REST...
You know what I want from you fairy and its not a matter of if you give it to me but when I take it... I can make all your pain and suffering stop... I welcome the day that I can take my hands from your throat and give you the quick death you so long for... But first, you must give me what I want... what I need... what you have... Give me the wand you clutch so tightly that not even death can pry it from your grip... Just let go... Just let go... Just let go...just let go... just let go...It will all be over soon.
Your dearest friend,
MesaBoogie
You know what I want from you fairy and its not a matter of if you give it to me but when I take it... I can make all your pain and suffering stop... I welcome the day that I can take my hands from your throat and give you the quick death you so long for... But first, you must give me what I want... what I need... what you have... Give me the wand you clutch so tightly that not even death can pry it from your grip... Just let go... Just let go... Just let go...just let go... just let go...It will all be over soon.
Your dearest friend,
MesaBoogie