There have been malicious rumours spreading about a friend and I lately. The rumour involves the both of us enquiring what makes "X" so special?
Both of us got to know of this from a reliable source. And the top of my head lies three possible suspects in the rumour creation. Two of which are the masterminds, and one of them is the unfortunate marionette.
In the end, people who start malicious rumours should go to Hell. Die in a car crash, get stabbed by a robber, I'll be dancing on your grave.
They should die in the given ways as rumours can taint a reputation, and weightiness it carries on was life is enormous. Hence, the cause of death should be equally as brutal. Call me cruel, but understand that speech has more leverage than a sword these days (mediators are just as powerful if not stronger than swordsmen).
It's not to late to apologize. Please do so before I curse for worse things than Lucifer can imagine.
"Don't believe rumours unless you know it's true. Don't spread rumours unless you know it's true. Do any of the above and consider yourself a motherfucking ignorant fool (like most people on the face of this Earth are)."
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