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| Sent to Safe Call Now by... Anonymous |
Some people
know this about me; others do not. I
have killed a man. This is not a
confession; it is just fact. I have
nothing to hide about it. I am not
ashamed of the fact. I have no regrets
about doing it. I was doing my job. At the time of your death, I was a police
officer. And, you tried your best to
kill me. I am the police officer that
killed you.
I
hope you were not long in your suffering, but as I am aware, during the short
time I spent with you, listening to your cries of agony and for mercy, the
curses you spat at me, I endured, as you bled to death. I endured.
I
hope you had a chance to reconcile with our creator before you went, and that
angels bore you away to a better place.
I would have prayed with you had there been time, but there was not, so
I could only pray for you. And,
occasionally I still do.
People
who choose a path like the one you chose, probably don’t weigh into the
equation, the most dreadful consequences of their actions. I weighed it into my own equation every day
as a police officer.
I
have experience with death. In fact, death and I are quite intimate with each
other. You have your death. I died a physical death once, albeit briefly,
but I was brought back. I wondered for
what, a specific event? Your death?
