This Dark Brightness That Falls From The

Doubt, But Still Hate!

Your Arm Is Unvanquished, But Not Invincible.

Those Who Resolve To Conquer Or Die, Are Rarely Conquered.

I Agree To, Or Rather Aspire To, My Doom.

Ambition Becomes Displeasing When It Is Once Satiated; There Is A Reaction; And As Our Spirit, Till Our Last Sigh, Is Always Aiming Toward Some Object, It Falls Back On Itself, Having Nothing Else On Which To Rest; And Having Reached The Summit, It Longs To Descend.