This is it. My final moment. My last testament to the world. Though it dies with me, so what is the use?

I stand before the guillotine, innocent and pure. I have done nothing wrong. Yet, I must meet my doom.

Others have gone before me. The smells of their deaths linger as well as their cries. But I will not cry out. I will not plead, and I will not beg. I will stand tall, and accept my fate with dignity.

Oh no, here it comes.

That awful sound again.

The executioner is here. My time has come, my friends. I bid you, Adieu.

Adieu.

Adieu.


-Stack of Paper before the Paper Shredder.