This author has a confession to make. A confession of the most grave importance. A confession that can not wait to be told to any others at any other time. A confession that needs to be brought forth from this humble one's mind and told to those out there that truly do care.
This author has a terrible disease. There is no cure for this ailment. There is no hope for survival since this illness will surely kill this humbled one. May it not be today and may it not be any time in the near future but in some distant time this disease will catch up with me. And, the truly sad thing is that everyone - from the most common of workers to the highest of those in office - has this virus. This unholy and deadly binding that both secures us from reaching and, at the same time, allows to drift ever closer to our people's impending demise.
This disease is always after you and will never cease in its relentless trial and error attempts to get to you - to your very heart - to your soul. Once it has grasped that part of you, it holds on with the bared fangs of a rabib demon and will not let you escape no matter how hard you thrash, you fight or you strike out against it with all your might. It holds you in its death grip and begins to pull you down towards a neverending pit of hellish fire and brimson and damnation that is inescapable.
This disease is humanity and it is killing us all.
This disease is humanity and it is killing us all.
