A letter from May 14, 2023

laughing and stuffing ourselves with food. ignoring the hungry stomachs and cries outside the window. looking down on the lower class and toasting our glasses. we ended up burning in flames and screaming for mercy. there was no rest for the wicked. oh, how they regretted their decision. -- even a ******** with blood on his hand can be changed by God. -- humans love entertainment to the point where the ballerinas gracefully pass out for art and beauty. -- oh, money. why do people **** for paper? is it to survive or to possess power? I'm not sure which one he chooses.