Friday, February 15, 2008

Le Dernier Bourreau

by Robert Gryfft

Romanticize it all you want; there's nothing beautiful about what I do. At least it's a cushy job- all I gotta do is sign a form taking responsibility and push a button. Beep. Done. And the thousands that must die today are dead.

It's dirty work, as they say. But somebody's gotta do it.


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