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Betrayal Was The Greatest Of All Crimes, For It Took All That Was Human Within A Person And Made It A Thing Of Pain. In The Face Of That, Murder Itself Was Surcease: It Was Quick, And It Ended The Anguish And Despair Of A Life Without Hope.

Name None Of The Fallen, For They Stand In Our Place, And Stand There Still In Each Moment Of Our Lives. Let My Death Hold No Glory, And Let Me Die Forgotten And Unknown. Let It Not Be Said That I Was One Among The Dead To Accuse The Living.

A Story Invites Both Writer And Reader Into A Kind Of Superficial Ease: We Want To Slide Along, Pleasingly Entertained, Lost In The Fictional Dream.

Chaos Needs No Allies, For It Dwells Like A Poison In Every One Of Us.

Oh Yes, I Have Learned Much From Tremorlor, And So Assume A Like Strategy. Silence, A Faint Mocking Smile Suggesting I Know More Than I Do, An Air Of Mystery, Yes, And Fell Knowledge. None Could Guess My Confusion, My Host Of Deluded Illusions And Elusive Delusions!