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Chenson Lee Biography

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“I pray that the one who has tainted my soul is stabbed with nine hundred and ninety-nine blades, the blades of his mistakes and the blades of his consciousness that warned him against his actions. After he has been left to wallow in the chasm of his sin, I will appear, with the final blade in hand. He will not feel any remorse, rather, he will curse at me. For in his mind he has done nothing wrong and he is a victim of injustice. That is fine, because I will not feel any remorse either, as I silence him with the one thousandth blade. Only then can I be at peace and be born anew, The broken will break others, the diseased will infect the healthy, the wounded will bleed onto the innocent, and the victims of monsters will become monsters themselves.”

“I pray that the one who has tainted my soul is stabbed with nine hundred and ninety-nine blades, the blades of his mistakes and the blades of his consciousness that warned him against his actions. I pray that the one who has tainted my soul is stabbed with nine hundred and ninety-nine blades, the blades of his mistakes and the blades of his consciousness that warned him against his actions. After he has been left to wallow in the chasm of his sin, I will appear, with the final blade in hand. He will not feel any remorse, rather, he will curse at me. For in his mind he has done nothing wrong and he is a victim of injustice. That is fine, because I will not feel any remorse either, as I silence him with the one thousandth blade. Only then can I be at peace and be born anew, The broken will break others, the diseased will infect the healthy, the wounded will bleed onto the innocent, and the victims of monsters will become monsters themselves.”

“And as the darkness approaches, I run my fingers along the rotten piano keys. What was meant to be a symbol of my ambition, was left battered due to my own uncertainty and incompetence. So with what little time I have left, I play a tune. It sounds dull, messy, dark, and empty, but also, strangely comforting. This piece represents a man who once dreamt of claiming the skies but could only watch the clouds from the ground. A man who has been severed from his soul and has walked this earth as nothing more than a mound of flesh. This is the requiem of the boy I was that was lost, and the man I could have been but never met. May death be kinder to me than life, even if all that awaits me is darkness. Thank you, to whomever it may concern, and goodbye.”