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Hail to nonconformity!  For that which proves my innocence in life, the very fibers being blessed upon with grave yet glorious cause, has proven most excellent the very death and destruction of my stead.  In
the stead of truth, derelict words, harsh words at that, nature of my flesh, precluded all sense in the words much better spoken at times untold, and my dreams lie all the same, providing no apartheid from reality to fantasy.  I am my own prophet, yet having died and
risen many times, just to shame my heritage, prophesying only a fool's destiny!  While unrequited love abhors my hormonal imbalance, surging blood to the unintelligent head of all decisions, I forgot my teachings even to others in advice, while regarding my selfishness as worthy
gain.  Am I psychotic?  Would even Freud himself shun the analyses
behind the piercing eyes of such a lunatic?  On that night, nothing halted the exigency behind saving the good ship ego from eternal darkness in its righteous depths.  Reducing myself to layman's terms, I brutishly meted out injustice to undeserving parties, only managing to copulate
the bitter ecstasy of hatred.  Now, on to the question lying ahead, should apologetics for man's nature form the further nature of communication in this regard?  But what should one say in this black hole?  Furthermore, words preceding, precedents, have impacted none—well, no propitiation for heinous crimes--while the truth I
do speak lacks an audience, cacophonous or other; yet I can state none other facts than my regret; and contrition dwells in a humbler, far more placid place because of these events.  If your wish is discourse, let it be known, for on my own end, the matter is settled.  I send my love and best wishes, if you choose to understand my meanings in this penance. 
Would people have cared for a more unknown victim of circumstances  I question in pride; but in truth, I have given up the ghost of my misgivings and allotted time for you to answer, whether forgiveness and mercy be the priority of your palette.  In God's art, may I find peace, despite my misfortune to fleshly desires.  As an individual must determine his course in the hail to nonconformity, I have forsaken my conformity in narcissistic ruins and have progressed in self by courage, by love, and by virtue of the past as guidance for my incredible future. 
Evidence relies on the facts, as its law condemns, and I have my
condemnation in your hands even with this apology, but more importantly, in God's hands, in His wisdom and Spirit.  So this decision is yours, whether your beliefs belie my wishes for peace or otherwise.  I have commended my spirit to higher court.  Your testimony to these facts have not been forsaken.  Poetically, and fervently, I ask for forgiveness.