At 8, I Made A Pact With

I Have Been The Victim Of Heartless Malice.

Man Was The Outlaw, The Rebel, The Distorted Shape That Scarred The Earth, The Voice That Silenced The Music Of Eden, The Hand That Raised Up Obscenities And Blasphemies. Man Was The Pariah-dog, The Moral Leper In This Translucent Mirror Of Heaven. He Was The Muddier Of Crystal Waters, The Despoiler Of Forests, The Murderer Of The Innocent, The Challenger Against God. He Was The Assassin Of The Saints And The Prophets, For They Spoke Of What He Would Not Hear, In The Darkness Of His Spirit!

Mankind Adores Its Betrayers, And Murders Its Saviors.

My Relatives Used To Laugh When I Talked Of Being A Writer.

Money? I Lost All Taste For It.