Hate Is Cancer Of The

Even The Righteous Man Is Just A Sinner Living In Between Sins.

Hate Is A Virus, Revenge Its Only Cure!

People Know Your Tragedies And They Treat You Like You’re Not Human. Like You’re A Three-headed Goat. A Monster From Some Other Planet. They Keep Reminding You Of Your Pain. You See How They Look At Me? They’re Stuck On That Person I Used To Be. They Can’t See That Old Life As Just A Moment In Time That I’ve Moved On From. It Was A Horrible Life.

I Want Those Young Whipper-snappers To Know That In Days Past We Actually Used To Kill Trees And Make Those Things Called Books.

When You Start A New Job Or A Particular Journey, You Really Don't Know What To Expect. I Mean, You Hear About Your Name Being On The Bestsellers List, But It Doesn't Really Mean Anything. Like, Really, What Does That Translate To?