/lit/ - Literature

Here I stand at the edge of oblivion, ready to dive in headfirst. Before me lies the abyss, from which all has come and all will go. To there I will go, and from which will hopefully never return. No longer shall I dwell among the company of the living, those who call themselves righteous or just. Least of all do I wish to keep company with those who claim to know God. I care not for God, but he certainly knows how I despise his followers, the zealous and the suicidal. So now I go where none of them dwell, beyond the heights of heaven and the depths of hell.