There is a time and a place when a man's sincerest hopes for peace and unity are destroyed. The fragile dreams of living in harmony with one's neighbors are dashed upon the rocks of intolerance, ignorance and stubbornness. It is in these times when a man is forced to consider what is important and weigh his priorities against his very soul. These are the times when the heart is needed most to temper blind rage.
For it is not love that weakens one's resolve for violence. Nay, violence is a delicate part of nature and must be administered with accurate vengeance and precise timing or vindication becomes impossible. The retaliation of a wronged love will turn the tides of war, shape the history of the world or simply remove a useless annoyance from the planet. At some point in every man's life, he must make the hard decision. These decisions will define an empire of one.
There comes a point in life when a good and honest man must decide to spit on his hands, hoist the black flag and start slitting throats.
For it is not love that weakens one's resolve for violence. Nay, violence is a delicate part of nature and must be administered with accurate vengeance and precise timing or vindication becomes impossible. The retaliation of a wronged love will turn the tides of war, shape the history of the world or simply remove a useless annoyance from the planet. At some point in every man's life, he must make the hard decision. These decisions will define an empire of one.
There comes a point in life when a good and honest man must decide to spit on his hands, hoist the black flag and start slitting throats.
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