Wisdom for the Destructors



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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.

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