"Oh RACKET! Oh BROKEN BONES! Oh calumnies of every worth and order! You abused my mind and body, you stretch my soul upon the rack of heartache. You bring me low and make me humble. To thee I cannot but offer a single call, a lone and ironic accusation, and that is of my love. For though by thee I am made dust, by thee I am made human. The pains of my crumbled bones remind me thus, that I am mortal, such is my fortune that I would not become too prideful in my short triumphs. Thus to pain and suffering I bow my head most reverently, and FIGHT to BITTER end to keep them safe. For naught to my heart is more daunting, than those who seek to better man, and make him less aware. Such platitudes of weakness shall debase us and our kin, and over such I would embrace the homliest of homes. Give me bitter poison before thou dost fill my blood with morphynic death of mind. I shall rather die a bitter soul, than live on live on without one."
-Castle Woods
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Captivating. Totally dig this.
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