Thank God He Killed The Guy. Oh,

That Is The Crowning Evil, That We Can Even Go So Far As To Love Each Other, You And I. And Who Else Would Show Us A Particle Of Love, A Particle Of Compassion Or Mercy? Who Else, Knowing Us As We Know Each Other, Could Do Anything But Destroy Us? Yet We Can Love Each Other.

And When A Strong Man Is Sweet, Even Goddesses Look Down From Mount Olympus.

Who Knew That Better Than I, Who Had Presided Over The Death Of My Own Body, Seeing All I Called Human Wither And Die Only To Form An Unbreakable Chain Which Held Me Fast To This World Yet Made Me Forever Its Exile, A Specter With A Beating Heart?

I Cannot Mislead People Into Believing That I Support Organized Religion. In Jesus' Name, I Cannot Be Complicit With Many Of The Things Organized Religion Does.

I Claim Dickens As A Mentor. He's My Teacher. He's One Of My Driving Forces.