To The Pilferer
I swear, if I ever find you, find out who you are, find out you did it, I will tear you apart with my bare hands. You will experience first hand violence you have never imagined possible in your wildest dreams. You will feel pain, excruciating pain beyond anything you can possibly bear, in places you never knew existed. And if you do survive, I will ensure that your pitiful, mangled existance from that point on be riddled with misery and horror. The terror that wells up within you will follow you wherever you go; you will never truly be free from me. And when I am done with you, your regret at doing what you did would be very, very real...not that it'd make any difference to how I'm going to deal with you.
For all the trouble you caused. All the mayhem you started in motion. All the plans you ripped asunder. All the toil you rendered for naught. For making me rush around at 160-something km/h with a bone-splitting headache and a tuckered body. And most of all, most of all...for all the hurt and distress you caused to her. Most of all...for making her cry. I will make you pay.
Do not even begin to imagine that your supposed anoyomity will protect you. It won't. I will track you down to the ends of the earth, starting with the name lists at the fitness centre where every student would have signed in to participate in the dancing classes. I will pull all the strings available to me, even the onces I acquired while serving with the Police. And eventually, I will find you. Singapore is such a small place, don't you think? And the longer it takes for me to find you, the longer the flames of anger are stoked within me, and the harder it is for you when I finally get to you, gemok.
Even your God turns his head from you, for no God or deity, be it Allah, Buddha or the Christian Yahweh condones such sin. Totally unforgivable, because you struck at my loved one. Start preparing for a stint polishing metal bars, and start getting used to seeing things through metal bars as well. The UOB sign may help you get started when you go to bank in your ill-gotten gains. Try to enjoy, if you can, the $1000 you got at the expense of someone else's distress and anguish. The law has long arms. I will make sure you pay, dearly. And soon, you will discover that the trouble and misery I will put you through simply isn't worth the wallet you stole. But that knowledge will come too late.
I am hunting you down. Look over your shoulder constantly. You will never know when I am coming for you.
For all the trouble you caused. All the mayhem you started in motion. All the plans you ripped asunder. All the toil you rendered for naught. For making me rush around at 160-something km/h with a bone-splitting headache and a tuckered body. And most of all, most of all...for all the hurt and distress you caused to her. Most of all...for making her cry. I will make you pay.
Do not even begin to imagine that your supposed anoyomity will protect you. It won't. I will track you down to the ends of the earth, starting with the name lists at the fitness centre where every student would have signed in to participate in the dancing classes. I will pull all the strings available to me, even the onces I acquired while serving with the Police. And eventually, I will find you. Singapore is such a small place, don't you think? And the longer it takes for me to find you, the longer the flames of anger are stoked within me, and the harder it is for you when I finally get to you, gemok.
Even your God turns his head from you, for no God or deity, be it Allah, Buddha or the Christian Yahweh condones such sin. Totally unforgivable, because you struck at my loved one. Start preparing for a stint polishing metal bars, and start getting used to seeing things through metal bars as well. The UOB sign may help you get started when you go to bank in your ill-gotten gains. Try to enjoy, if you can, the $1000 you got at the expense of someone else's distress and anguish. The law has long arms. I will make sure you pay, dearly. And soon, you will discover that the trouble and misery I will put you through simply isn't worth the wallet you stole. But that knowledge will come too late.
I am hunting you down. Look over your shoulder constantly. You will never know when I am coming for you.
posted by Metalfyre at
6/26/2006 12:39:00 AM
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