Incurable

Doctor, you’re not made for this world! Constantly on your holy crusade to tame and cure the monsters and beasts of the world. Society has ruined you. Made a man from a creature of blood and flesh. It’s not your fault, Doctor. But we are not the aberrations you fear us to be… for we are everywhere. We are common as they come. And I’m afraid your intolerance is incurable… nothing can save you from that fire of hate deep within you. It’s like a cancer, a nasty parasitical demon, clinging to your every cell. But don’t worry, Doctor, I’m not civilized like you… I don’t have science, or pills or treatments… I only bring mercy to the broken… So mercy you shall have. May your death be the asylum I never knew. Goodbye, Doctor! *fade to black*

Β© J.G.

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