i am the child of the wasteland....a land of haunted houses and monsters i call father. dark talents run in the family, but i shatter the glass to let the moonlight in, not to destroy something fragile for the feeling of breaking beneath my fists. all i can do is scream, crawl out, and keep screaming. but i can hold the sparrow, mend its wing... i am the spring rain and the hurricane... the monsters cower now, not me, not you. *xn* |
Monday, Feb. 17, 2003 - 6:13 pm
"Brigands of the world, have exhausted the Earth by their indiscriminate plunder... The wealth of an enemy excites their cupidity, his poverty their lust of power... Rape, murder, and pillage they call empire, they create a wasteland and call it peace.Ubi solitudinem faciunt, pacem appellant." Tacitus, The Life of Agricola.
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