Dear (insert first name),
Thankyou for your application, unfortunately, you will not
progress further.
Your sap and sun will not rise,
bud flower, grass grow.
You will not enter spring or summer,
take one step further forward,
open your eyes,
touch, taste or smell freshness.
Your tongue will swell,
voice mute, sourness weigh
heavy in your bones,
and your mouth pack with ash.
Your wife divorce you,
kids disown you.
You will die lonely,
unwanted and unneeded.
Best of luck in your future endeavours
The Wombwell Rainbow 
ouch
~B
Ouch but also made me laugh (in a good way). Sorry if it should not have – dark humour!
Laughter is exactly the response I wanted to the dark humour. Thankyou, Alex.
Whoa – that one got under my guard and made me well up.
Thankyou. I’m glad it works.