Hello Friend,

I would start this suicide note with the common "By the time you read this, I will be dead". But I only have to say to you that this is a suicide note and I would have already given away this notion. So yes dear reader by the time you read this, I will most likely than not be dead. That or some Divine Providence has saved me.

You must be frowning at the last sentence, but remember reader, even a homeless man like me can believe in God. But not in the God, that mankind has warped and twisted. If Mankind's God was as kind as just as people say then why do the innocent die, while the guilty roam free? You know what? Why don't we forget this serious injustice? What about the countless wars declared in his name? You know what let us skip the meaningless mass murders shall we? How about the sexist and racist phobia we have all been drowning in because of him?

No reader, even for me it is hard to accept this abomination as God. He is Satan. On the streets as I slept, drunk with fatigue on the cold hard bench, I would often hear the wandering voices of lunatics preaching Satan under the guise of God. I often think, If they will not listen to reasoning of my God why on earth should I listen to theirs?

But reader I am not here to tell you of the Greater Power. Nor shall I tell of my fall from grace. But if you must know, I fell from the highest pinnacle. Yes dear reader, even an educated tenderhearted man as I could fall. It takes a lifetime, as they say, to reach the summit of a mountain, but it will only take one second to go plummeting to your demise. No I will not write of my fall, for it will take a whole novel. Neither did I write this to tell you why I shall commit suicide, but remember reader though my homelessness may have been factor it was ultimately my fatal flaw, pride that led me to it.

But the true reason for writing this note, this suicide note if you must, is simply to give something back to mankind

When people see me in the streets, all they see is a haggard old man, a vagabond, and a dole-bludger who has spent his money on his vices. All that I may be, but I am also so much more. I have lived and loved higher than many. I am intelligent, sensitive and magnanimous. Am or was? I was never one to care for my tenses. Why should they matter now?

But reader you must understand, destitution, poverty and homelessness is not a sin. It can happen to most noble of men and women.

Dear reader I keep running off tangent. Maybe it is because I fear death. But why should I? It is the one certainty I have in life right now.

But read the following words carefully for they are my testimony to mankind. Give others your ear, but never your heart. Show respect for those in power, but don't follow them blindly. For many people if you give them a gun they will rob a bank. If you them a bank they will rob the world. So if you chance upon power do not abuse it. Consider no one as your superior or inferior whatever their rank or place in life. For as they say:

Remember man that you are dust and unto dust you shall return.

It is time for me to return to the dust.

Yours truly,

The man whose body hangs over you

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My entry for Quadschools writing comp. Shoutout to Mizzie16 for her votes and comments. :)