The Shepherd's Palace

It's been a week that I’m pretending to have quit my job. My job is murder; but legally and officially. Naturally, everyone would give up and quit at some point but not me. You know what? People in my life have a habit of proving to me that I am a fucking asshole. Their Ridiculous efforts continue to the point that they collect evidence and documents to prove their claims in a false court. I don't know why none of them try to distance themselves from me. Instead, they get closer and closer until they get burned in the fire that is caused by me being a fucking asshole. My shitty life is full of hateful people and this hatred can make me enjoy my job. A job that ignites the fire of hatred in me more. These days, as I get closer to my desired goal, my smile widens. It’s like the smile of a boy who has attacked an army of ants with a magnifier and after minutes of hard work aligning the magnifier’s angle, he is joyously watching them burn. But my smile is wider. I haven’t attacked their army.My goal is the colony itself...