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March 22nd, 2008 by admin | Filed under Uncategorized.These are pretty harsh words, but well deserved. I need to standup and say my peace that has caused grief and war within my heart. This will be my long awaited impact statement to a cowardly criminal. This will give me justice to my soul. I hope it does yours, as well.
Mr. Cancer, I doubt if you know me. You seldom know your victims or your victim’s survivors. You’re known to cut and run. I am a survivor of a victim you have taken. You took my wife. You ruined my happiness. You robbed my life. I despise you with every emotion and any words I can express.
Mr. Cancer, you have taken millions of lives without explanation or a care. I ask you why. You have invented a disease that spreads death and breaks hearts. But you don’t care. You take one life after the other, as you rob their survivor’s hopes. You are the main link on your chain of hate and misery.
Mr. Cancer, you attack for no reason. You love to invade cells and make them weak. Sometimes you crawl into blood and cause pain. Other times, you pierce the brain and cause severe damage, and eventually–death. If that’s not to your satisfaction, you attack organs and cause them to wither and die.
Mr. Cancer , it’s obvious you have no shame. You are as much of a demon
as your maker–the devil. You are a serial killer. You attack one after the other. You have no preference. You enter the body invisibly, and sometimes you never leave. Sometimes you hide for awhile, then you return with a vengeance. You erase all hope to your victims and their families. You provoke intense chaos. You thrive on the defenseless.
Mr. Cancer, you are the creator of disdain. It’s best to confront you, the mother of all enemies, like a convict in a courtroom, where your accusers are present. Your victims scold you, the killer without conscience. Many statements are read by your victims, but you turn a deaf ear, then silence becomes the enemy. Words are hard to find.
Mr. Cancer, you have a large family of rats. Like terrorists, they multiply and attack. You are like red fire ants on an atomic anthill. You are busy planning. Who next will your victim be?
Mr. Cancer, the day is getting near, when you will be going to hell and burn there forever. Before long, you will never exist. The fire of hell will put you out. People will begin to see new life. Like many diseases before, a cure will rise.
Mr. Cancer, your family of insurgents will cease and surrender. You will rot and decay, like the Taliban and Al-Qaida, in future days to come. Your stinger of blood-thirsty networks, will drop dead in a sea of avalanches.
Mr. Cancer, you’re dead, now go to hell.
Earl D. Erickson, loves to write inspirational stories of hope. He was broken-hearted and his spirit nearly died, when his wife, Bobbie, passed away from cancer. He writes how he feels. And
by writing, he feels relieved of depression. He hopes his readers feel the same.
Mr. Erickson, loves to read and write, listen to music and watch videos and movies to pass the time. He enjoys his hobby of collecting music and he is constantly researching and developing his extensive music library.
Mr. Erickson, is involved in writing articles for Ezine Articles. His articles can be read by going to his websites. He is also writing a book, entitled, Abstinence Makes The Heart Grow Fonder, a story of his life struggles with his addiction to alcohol and drugs, depression, grief and suicide. He hopes to finish his book next year.
Mr. Erickson, has five websites. Two of them are: BobbiesMountain.com BobbiesMountain.com and
ComfortandLoss.com ComfortandLoss.com
