Take me, my Lord, take me, for life is a miserable wretch, an agonizing struggle against the woes of humanity, a daily warfare against the Fates, the three bitches who turn the damning wheel this way and the other.
Cut the string, I say, cut it. Why prolong the torture that beset me at every corner? Haven't I been played enough already? I am unwilling, I cannot swallow it, this hell, this accursed workplace that reeks of that sulphurous stench everywhere I go. It is hell on Earth. And every day, I report to hell for work. Thirty years of unending anguish, torture, and it seems so much easier to take the easy way out. One packet of broad beans, just one packet is all it takes, and everything ends peacefully.
The connections I have forged, will vanish in an instant. The good things together with the bad will disappear, misery will be extinguished. Let there be neither hell or heaven, but that entropy. Take me!
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