Make A Wish

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Make A Wish

Today I will grant
your every wish
just ask me and
it will be done

I will compliment
you on days your
not at your best

I will embrace you
before and after
every single fight

I will forgive you
for every sin you
have yet committed

go make any wish
and it will be done

just don’t ask me
to forget you baby
that’s impossible
it would be
easier burning
tattoos in the sand

The Executioner’s Diary

The following is the opening of my protagonist’s first entry in his diary.

 

Looking back at my life, it is obvious that destiny chose me, this only child of Cuban refugees, to be its guardian of justice. For every twist and turn in my life and my father’s life before me, prepared me for the role I was born to play. Chosen to be a tool of destiny, fate sculpted me through misfortune and injustice, to be its great equalizer; its merciless hammer of justice.

As hard as my father tried to guide me, he created the thing he detested most, a puppet on a string. Who could have guessed the United States government would pull the cords? If there truly is a day of judgment, I hope, my father and the good Lord analyze the rationale behind my actions. Destiny led me down this God-forsaken path. Fate made me what I am. 

If they understand that, then and only then, will I be forgiven for all my sins.

 

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