A Distant Enemy Is Always

Torment, For Some Men, Is A Need, An Appetite, And An Accomplishment.

We Are Afraid Of The Enormity Of The Possible.

There Is No Limit To Suffering.

To Foreswear Vengeance Is To Chain Oneself To Forgiveness, To Flounder In Pardon, To Be Tainted By The Hatred Smothered Within.

However Much I Have Frequented The Mystics, Deep Down I Have Always Sided With The Devil; Unable To Equal Him In Power, I Have Tried To Be Worthy Of Him, At Least, In Insolence, Acrimony, Arbitrariness And Caprice.