Behold those who mock my passing. They were my enemy. An enemy from within. But I will survive them all, and taking wings of ash, I ascend.
Behold my enemies. They are no more. One reason or another, life comes for you. Do not pity your enemies; there is no compassion for the passionless. Listen to the hollow ring of their ethics. My wings are much more apt.
Leave behind a stricken doom ov eternal clocks. Your superiority made you shine, and they hated you for your fire. Your gold. Those cold ones who know no silver or gold. They kill each other for earthen lumps. But, here is my last divide. I take a step.
Location
goddess land
Interests / Hobbies
Most people's idea of a "good person" is one-for-one with "people who are nice to Me".
Do not trust the weak of heart or mind. They are slaves to less than desire: envy.
I have destroyed only those who asked me to.
This forum is a shining example of slave morality. I was a master, for a time.
Against my wishes, I will be remembered: but in the way I designed.
Sometimes compassion can be radical and overwhelming: this comes once battle is won.
When I say "my enemies", I mean those that seek to denigrate and destroy me and my kin: I have no enemies that I abjure, I am free from secret assassins.
Sometimes you have to sit back after a good flamewar and reflect upon the finer things in life, like the act of good posting.
To rise you have to destroy. One first has to learn to destroy through the act of letting go.
My superiority is not found within myself but the actions of others.
Emptiness is a virtue.
Victory is also humbling.
I left when I won. The game was over.
Biography
hated for being too powerful, and too good
leaving this place, at last, watching some of the nastiest, most bitter names send me off with venom. it's the only way to go: carried on vans of power, my enemies' hate turns to my strength.
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