Wisdom for the Destructors
(Artist Linked Here ) Anger hangs like a noose around those men filled to the brim with it. It hangs those who move forward in attempts to wield it. It burns those who are obsessed with it. Until they are husks devoid of understanding. Just scarecrows. Just mannequins. Without humanity. You move forward without sight, and you are blind Until you can love the loveless Until you can pity the cruel Until you can hold your own screeching and howling doomsday beast in both arms and kiss it on the mouth - Only then will you know anything at all.