Shakespeare once wrote, ‘Cowards die many times before their deaths, The valiant never taste of death but once.’ I am no coward but I have died many times over. It was an agonizingly slow process -- the breaking down of the human body organ by weary organ, drop by vermillion drop, and fracture by splintered fracture. The many deaths I have endured were followed by resurrections of a greater truth, the shedding of the weight of so many lies and I, purged from myself at last, stand victorious before the smoking rubble, just beyond morality’s threshold …
... I witnessed the world’s death and I orchestrated its resurrection. Three days were given to Christ. Five were given to me: three days to fulfill retribution, one day to destroy and one day to create. The flesh of Man was eaten away by the flames of Perdition – and Idea rose from the ashes of Salvation. But one condition was certain – God’s instrument had to return to the flames that conceived him -- a fallen angel returning to the devil's servitude.
My life is already written and am merely a tool of my own destruction.
Where shall we two meet, you and I, if I can't meet you in Heaven and you can't meet me in Hell?
This violent verve shall vindicate vicious verdicts.
I am you and you are me ...
Dealing out death and judgment.
A well preserved past.
Please don't go ...
I'll leave before the dawn ...
... and when I must, do not bow your head in sadness ...
... raise it to the heavens and never forget ... always remember ...
Verily, I vouche vengeance against venal and virulent vandals in a vitriol of voluble and verbose verbiage as they vie to vanquish the vox populi but I, standing, vow to vouchsafe vindication -- a veritable votive not in vain for the vigilant and the virtuous shall rise and be victorious!
