PowerPoint Review | Defeating the Spirit of Anger – Curt Landry Ministries

HI SON. I JUST FOUND THE INTERNET LINK WITH ALL THE FILES SO HERE IT IS FOR YOU .The apprehension I had was my own thoughts that you would be upset with me but when I  about it this morning I was going to get Jim to put them back on Dropbox for you but when I went to the teachers website I saw where he put them on a link.  

I don’t believe in extending grace for personal flaws or inadequacies any longer. There are those who know and understand the power of unconditional love. I myself just recently became aware that true unconditional love is a trinity of 3 emotions in unblemished, non flawed harmony. Forgiveness  being the first,  represented by the Man or even God as we understand him. Without the leader deity or elder being able to teach this, or lead by this to the other 2, the foundation of this house will crack due to sub standard building.

The second would be love, provided by the mother, or God the son or perhaps even just as simply put as the second point of the triad. The unconditional love of a female in its purist form is superior to all others in this world, but it must be fed and nurtured and mixed with the purity of the mans forgiveness for her failures mentally and flaws due to the emotional imbalance and intensity this feeling can produce. Love is taught to the man, forgiveness is taught to the woman. This mixture of purity harmony and balance creates the most important foundation of any unified relationship between a man and a woman and enables us to understand why we are more powerful as a whole than by ourselves. Love places the woman in a secondary position on the outside, But a man cannot learn unconditional forgiveness without the purity of unconditional love. One can just as easily taint the other.

Which brings us to our 3rd, Faith. Or even hope. The faith of a little child. Unconditional belief that in life, this is who you want. This is who you want to be with, grow with, die with. The unification of the father and mother role in perfection can only be achieved on a daily basis with the affirmation in this unconditional faith concerning the purity of the two. Or the spirit if you like. Anything short of this will bring down the balance of your heart, destroy your family, or condemn your faith in anything. I could go on for hours concerning the details but the point is this.

Anger is a lack of forgiveness, and your husband should be teaching it to you. Learn it from him, or encourage his growth with love to find it for himself.  No one persons specifics, or hocus pocus is going to rubber stamp a cure for anger. But what is written above is the fundamental core to complete the balance and trinity not only inside of yourself, but your family as well.

Of course this is all my own philosophy, take it for what that means. But I have exercised it, and it is working.

Your children lack faith in you both. Take a deep read to the above and you will know why that is and how to repair it.

My mother’s reply was as follows:

Thanks again for taking the time to address the email I sent you regarding the Anger PP link. Your keen Emotional Intelligence  having the ability to control un-healthy emotions and not allowing them to wreak havoc in our lives is very influential and I have taken many points into consideration as I should have paid more attention in Psychology class in high school instead of writing love notes to your dad. 

From all that you have been thru though I believe that God only knows the real you underneath all the intelligence that your natural man  gained by being exposed to what this world has to offer in Philosophical wisdom.  You make very valid points that will help anyone who in my opinion has not had the Miracle of a New Heart which is God’s Radical Cure for Spiritual death to the inherently selfish,judgmental of others,calloused, proud, thereby acknowledging at the end of the day that when we look within, we discover that we are loveless at heart.

 I believe God does not reform our carnal nature but puts it on the cross that Jesus paid the price in full for our sin nature .Then He places in us a radically new nature based on the Spirit and resurrection life in His Son. The ability in my view to truly love comes by the miracle of God. As we live in Jesus ,we find life,love, light,truth,and salvation from the hell of a loveless and angry heart in my case. 

You believe you have been successful in what you are doing and I believe you have by the best way and means possible within your frame of mind  but for me the advice you gave me will not work for me unless the miracle of a new heart takes place and others will see and feel the fragrance of a life that is transformed from the knowledge of good and evil to seeing everything with the new eyes of agape love.

 Your email was touching me until after re reading it a few times my heart would go limp when I read your words “hocus pocus” that if that was meant to mean that the Christian Minister at the end would pray then all the prayers in the Holy Bible are as you say. That leaves  me with feeling that you threw your good advice to a bad underlying message  that conflicts with what I do that works for me and all believers as there are hundreds of prayers in the Holy Bible.

 I have said to you a long time ago that someday you will write a book that will be not about you but all about The Miracle of  what God has done and is doing and will do for you. Now that will be a story that I will love to read and tell. Lets keep this Mother and Son dialogue going in care and concern for one another. Back to you.

My reply was as follows:

My response was multi faceted. I personally have never experienced the effects of a true miracle, or the power of prayer. I only speak from what I do know to work. Even though I see so many try to walk in this impossible demand of what the bible teaches, I see nothing but failure, remorse for that failure, and a downward spiral of low self worth, isolation and despair because they cannot meet the criteria. If the validation is through the trinity as a spiritual connection of it, or the power of the holy number 3 as others believe, or even something just as simple as the family unit it is also there to be substituted.

If prayer works for the individual, then keep doing it. I certainly do not laugh how people handle their own lives in peace and harmony. However when it does not work for others, I offer an alternative. It may work for them it may not.  If something done does not prove a long term sustained result of true change or growth in someone’s life, I would no longer encourage it and ask the individual to seek other means. What your reading to me is something I experienced many times in my life in the past. Someone telling me “OH you just didn’t do this right, or differently, or good enough.” Let me do it, do it more often, do it like you mean it, followed by yet another pile of excuses on why all of that failed to work. I hope what your doing works, I personally believe the answers to all of our issues are inside of us along with the tools our creator provided to grow and repair and change, They are already and always have been there. No outside force needed.

Mr. Tesla Explains Why He Will Never Marry

Famous Scientist Felt Un-
worthy of Woman as She
Used To Be, and Now He
Can’t Endure Her
Trying to Outdo
the Men

WHEN a man who has made a name for himself deliberately chooses to remain a bachelor the world is naturally curious to know what the reasons were that impelled him to this choice.

Marriage has come to be considered the natural thing for every normal man, and when some pre-eminent man shows a firm determination to sidestep it everybody wonders whether his superior intelligence has revealed to him some fatal defects in the institution of matrimony which are not apparent to the average person.

But the public’s curiosity in this respect is seldom gratified. Most of the distinguished bachelors try to pass off their bachelorhood as a joke, saying that it is not a matter of choice, but because they have never been able to find a woman who would marry them. As a rule, they are singularly averse to giving any serious reasons for their failure to become husbands.

Nikola Tesla, the great scientist and inventor, is a striking exception to this rule. In a recent interview with a representative of this newspaper he frankly explains why he has never married and why he probably never will marry.

And in connection with his explanation he presents some ideas about woman’s freedom and what he thinks it is sure to lead to that will be read with interest by those who agree with him as well as by the many who will not.

Caption: “In place of the soft voiced, gentle woman of my reverent worship,” says Mr. Tesla, “has come the woman who thinks that her chief success in life lies in making herself as much as possible like man–in dress, voice and actions, in sports and achievements of every kind”

In the past the reason why Mr. Tesla never married was because his estimation of woman placed her on such a lofty pedestal that he could never bring himself to feel worthy of her. Now that she has, as he feels, stepped down from her pedestal and bartered all her noblest qualities for what is called her “freedom,” he is even more disinclined to matrimony than he was before.

Although of course Mr. Tesla is too gallant a gentleman to say it in so many words, his comments let it be inferred that he thinks the new woman almost as far beneath him as the one of other days was above him. According to his views, the sex has rushed from one extreme to another of quite a different kind, and in the plunge it has left for Mr. Tesla and other bachelors who think as he does no “happy medium” such as Josiah Allen’s wife used to declare one of the essentials to happiness.

Caption: Ida Schnall, the all-around woman athlete, in a boxing bout with Willie Bradley–a sure indication, according to Mr. Tesla’s rather gloomy views, that our civilization is deteriorating

“I had always thought of woman,” says Mr. Tesla, “as possessing those delicate qualities of mind and soul that made her in these respects far superior to man. I had put her on a lofty pedestal, figuratively speaking, and ranked her in certain important attributes considerably higher than man. I worshiped at the feet of the creature I had raised to this height, and, like every true worshiper, I felt myself unworthy of the object of my worship.

“But all this was in the past. Now the soft-voiced gentle woman of my reverent worship has all but vanished. In her place has come the woman who thinks that her chief success in life lies in making herself as much as possible like man–in dress, voice and actions, in sports and achievements of every kind.”

In those words the great electrical genius sums up the reasons for his bachelorhood.

Some who read them will urge that his view of womankind is distorted by the years he has spent in the laboratory, dealing with inanimate things and developing perhaps an abnormal shyness which acts as an insuperable barrier to marriage. Others will say that the very fact of his detachment from the ordinary routine of life makes him all the better qualified to point out its defects and to criticize the change for the worse which he believes new conditions have brought to womankind.

Caption: Nikola Tesla, the electrical wizard whose discoveries paved the way for this radio age

“Women,” says Mr. Tesla, “are becoming stronger than men, both physically and mentally.

“The world has experienced many tragedies, but to my mind the greatest tragedy of all is the present economic condition wherein women strive against men, and in many cases actually succeed in usurping their places in the professions and in industry. This growing tendency of women to overshadow the masculine is a sign of a deteriorating civilization.

“Woman’s determined competition with man in the business world is breaking down some of the best traditions–things which have proved the moving factors in the world’s slow but substantial progress.

“Practically all the great achievements of man until now have been inspired by his love and devotion to woman. Man has aspired to great things because some woman believed in him, because he wished to command her admiration and respect. For these reasons he has fought for her and risked his life and his all for her time and time again.

“Perhaps the male in human society is useless. I am frank to admit that I don’t know. If women are beginning to feel this way about it–and there is striking evidence at hand that they do–then we are entering upon the cruelest period of the world’s history.

“Our civilization will sink to a state like that which is found among the bees, ants and other insects–a state wherein the male is ruthlessly killed off. In this matriarchal empire which will be established the female rules. As the female predominates, the males are at her mercy. The male is considered important only as a factor in the general scheme of the continuity of life.

“The tendency of women to push aside man, supplanting the old spirit of cooperation with him in all the affairs of life, is very disappointing to me.

“Woman’s independence and her cleverness in obtaining what she wants in the business world is breaking down man’s spirit of independence. The old fire he once experienced at being able to achieve something that would compel and hold a woman’s devotion is turning to ashes.

“Women don’t seem to want that sort of thing to-day. They appear to want to control and govern. They want man to look up to them, instead of their looking up to him.”

Mr. Tesla is not given to making statements that he cannot prove. His life’s work has been based on logic, not on guesses.

Caption: Mrs. Davenport Engberg, the director of a symphony orchestra and a good example of the way women are entering fields that used to be exclusively men’s

In voicing his gloomy views of modern life Mr. Tesla says his observations are not confined to the women of this country. Conditions abroad, he says, suggest that the same tendency is world-wide. Having always regarded woman as a super-being, he expresses great sadness over the change he thinks the last few years have brought in her.

“I am considering this question not merely from the standpoint of a man,” he points out. “I am thinking of the woman’s side of it.

“As we contemplate any change, we naturally take into consideration the results that may follow such an innovation. One of the results to my mind is quite a pathetic one. Woman, herself, is really the victim instead of, as she thinks, the victor. Contentment is absent from her life. She is ambitious, often far beyond her natural equipment, to attain the thing she wants. She too frequently forgets that all women cannot be prima donnas and motion picture stars.

“Woman’s discontent makes the life of the present day still more overstressed. The high pitch given to existence by people who are restless and dissatisfied because they fail to achieve things wholly out of proportion to the health and talent with which Nature has endowed them is a bad thing for the world.

“It seems to me that women are not particularly happy in this newly found freedom, in this new competition which they are waging so persistently against men in business and the professions and even in sport. The question that naturally arises is, whether the women themselves are the gainers or the losers.

“Discontent makes for cranks and unnatural people. There seems to be an uncommon number of them about to-day. This is one of the reasons I remain apart from the crowds. The public, or semi-public, character is the target for all sorts of attacks and unpleasant communications.

Caption: A woman worker in a Michigan railroad machine shop

“For example, I used to receive all sorts of strange notes, many of them letters from cranks threatening my life, because they had read about my experiments in manufacturing lightning bolts. They wrote that they believed I was using these lightning flashes to kill them!
“It seems to me that anything which adds to the great discontent which we observe on every side to-day must be a bad influence on our life. Women who keep themselves agitated by their tremendous ambition to beat man at his game are losing at the same time something that counts for more in the end, it seems to me, than the empty honors that success in business or one of the professions can ever give.

“The power of the true woman is so great that I believe if a beautiful woman–that is to say, one beautiful in spirit, in manner and in thought, in fact, beautiful in every respect, a sort of goddess–were to appear suddenly on earth, she could command the whole world. Her leadership, I believe, would be universally recognized.

“History has given us many examples of the wonderful influence exerted by unusual women. Among these have been the mothers of great men. But their influence lay not in their determination to outdo man, or even to compete with him.

“Perhaps because woman is a finer and more highly sensitized instrument she knows by instinct her power and understands that the extent of it lies in the high position she takes for herself. But the superior never descends to the level of the commonplace.”

These views of Nikola Tesla will be received with great interest, whether one agrees or not with his idea that woman in her new role is a sinister force that is going to pull down to ruin our whole social structure. He is generally recognized as one of the greatest mentalities of the present day.

Caption: Renee Prahar, one of many women who are trying to outstrip the men in sculpture

Twenty years ago Tesla astonished the world by flashing a wireless message clear around the globe. His experimental work paved the way for the radio age in which we are now living. Many scientists think it quite possible that one of his highly sensitized machines actually caught signals from Mars.

For several years past he has been living in comparative seclusion in the Colorado Rockies, devoting himself to the perfection of two or three inventions which he expects will revolutionize methods of transportation and communication. He is almost ready to explain to the world a way of transmitting electrical energy without the use of wires.

This will enable the energy from some great source of power like Niagara Falls to be quickly and economically transmitted to any desired part of the earth–and, perhaps, some day to Mars and other planets.

Some philosopher has said that it is as perilous for a man to say he will never marry as for a physician to try to predict the exact hour of a person’s death. Mr. Tesla is not an old man. Perhaps he will live long enough to find some woman who will be able to convince him that she has attained her new freedom without sacrificing any of the womanly qualities which he so greatly admires.

something to believe

Life is a struggle
We’re being prepared to delve in the greater parts of us
It’s the one fight in our lives that we have to win
No choice but to win, to believe that we can win
Life can be so hard to take, sometimes it seems the only safe
Way to get through the day, wait till it goes away
Dreams can be so hard to fake, a lying smile, beautiful face
Soul telling you to wait, know this is not your fate
These broken hearts invoking dreams in broken lives, our broken spine’s
Breaking hearts on borrowed time; like broken records, we keep trying
What I wouldn’t give to see that broken child inside of me
Tell him it’s gonna be alright, the world is worth the fight
The light will find us even if it blinds us
Our time defines us, nothing can divide us
If we sing, if we sing
If we sing, if we sing
Give me something to believe in
Do you suffer just the same?
Just give me something to believe in
As the world walks away
Is it too much to take?
Is there too much to say?
So as long as I am breathing
I need something to believe in
It’s the one fight in our lives that we have to win
I see so many pieces of you broken, this is not the end
Just follow in these footsteps, maybe I could even hold you then
I’d take you in a single breath, I’d never ever breathe again
We’d make another heaven where every single heart can mend
Listen up, hear me out, I’m the one who’s searching now
Hold your hope, don’t hold it down, you once were lost, but now you’re found
What I wouldn’t give to see the grace inside of you and me
I know it’s gonna be alright, the world is worth the fight
The light will find us even if it blinds us
Our time defines us, nothing can divide us
If we sing, if we sing
If we sing, if we sing
Give me something to believe in
Do you suffer just the same?
Just give me something to believe in
As the world walks away
Is it too much to take?
Is there too much to say?
So as long as I am breathing
I need something to believe in
Belief is all that we have, but belief is all that we need
I remember when I was a kid, fearless against the wind, brought down by the storm within
But from the bottom of a sea, I sang again, and again, and again, and again
Belief is all that we have, but belief is all that we need

Just a note.

I would have given you all of my heart
But there’s someone who’s torn it apart
And she’s taking just all that I had
But if you wanna try to love again
Baby, I’ll try to love again, but I know

The first cut is the deepest, baby, I know
The first cut is the deepest
But when it comes to being lucky, she’s cursed
When it comes to lovin’ me, she’s worse

I still want you by my side
Just to help me dry the tears that I’ve cried
But I’m sure gonna give you a try
If you wanna try to love again

Baby, I’ll try to love again, but I know

The first cut is the deepest, baby, I know
The first cut is the deepest
But when it comes to being lucky, she’s cursed
When it comes to lovin’ me, she’s worse

I still want you by my side
Just to help me dry the tears that I’ve cried
But I’m sure gonna give you a try
‘Cause if you wanna try to love again
(Try to love again, try to love again)
Baby, I’ll try to love again, but I know

The first cut is the deepest, baby, I know
The first cut is the deepest
But when it comes to being lucky, he’s cursed
When it comes to lovin’ me, he’s worse

The first cut is the deepest, baby, I know
The first cut is the deepest
(Try to love again)


As a child I once heard someone ask a question in class, I was in a Christian private school, second grade. They asked what is eternity? How long is it? How long is forever?

The answer given was something I will never forget. We were told to close our eyes. Picture a planet larger then Jupiter which if memory serves is already 8 times larger than earth. Now imagine it made of solid steel. Next the teacher said now imagine every hundred years a butterfly flying by and just brushing it’s wing on the giant steel planet. Then she said when that planet gets worn down to the size of a marble, eternity has just begun. I have not written the words until this day, but it is over. The divorce is over. I pushed it through. As I figured nothing would be done to stop it. I was used, I was manipulated and lied too. I was blamed for everything. Not one thank you, nobody cared. I even had to sever my bond with Kai which truly hurt the worst. I

spent ten years in a dream world of lies and bullshit. Talks of eternity, talks of love, expressions of gratitude. All lies.

Through all of my forgiveness and refusal to give up. I was tossed like trash.

Every time she begged me not to throw her away, hundreds of times. All she really meant was don’t go I have no one else to use yet.

Now I must hold my submissive’s hand and with her loving support and her unwavering love through all she has endured with me clean out the last of my ex wife’s lies and trash. Send it to where it belongs. She can white out my name on all the loving letters and cards and put her new man’s name in its place. It will save her some time.

I never wish to speak to her or anyone who knows her again. I have decided to stay off the main grid, remain in the shadows. It’s for the best. I have to focus on who loves me and values me, not who wants to be better than me or prove some point so twisted with lies it hardly even lacks reason anymore.

Way back when she was hiding her affair with this guy, if she just told me the truth, not tried to blame me for what I knew in my heart, all that had to be done was say I love this guy, I need a man here. I would have done everything in my power to accommodate the situation and still allow a chance for us to be together. It was smashed with lies, deceit, bitterness and an inability to do herself what she so often demanded of me.

I am tormented with nightmares sometimes. The beast in me. He wants revenge.

The very game Phil warned me not to play because no one ever wins. I am laughed at, ridiculed, treated like a fool. Hearing whispers all around me in my mind with words of insults twisted from things said and done in confidence.

I played it with my father, friends, partners. Never felt like I won, just felt like I needed more. The child in me is now safe in my submissive’s arms. The cold sadist has become the playful sadist. My role has changed. No longer does Vincent charge my actions but the hidden child who now has finally a safe chest to press my ear to, a chance to grow up. He is growing. Finally.

The child in me has gone back to therapy to seek the answers long put aside of why I do what I do. I am finding more common ground with the basic world than I remember. Or perhaps the world has caught up to me.

Married life was a fools choice. It’s a hollow empty promise made by hollow empty people who mean nothing behind their words. It’s as big a pile of shit as the religions who force it. Breeding, procreation, monogamous love and intimacy. It is for the weak, the simple. The ones who are obsessed with illusions of wealth and security. Flourishing and prosperity. It’s a fucking lie.

The path I walk now is nothing money can buy. We are in an incredible and honest love. There is no abuse. Only embraced acceptance and a evolving greater good for all of us. Sarah has restored me, she has restored everything taken and more. Her light and love has added such a beautiful woman in our lives we both share. Even if it fails, she has proven beyond measure she is genuine. For that I have hope again. For that I will live.

I was walking into an incoming train, full speed, bent on destroying me. She pulled me out of the way, because I am worth saving. My heart aches when she isn’t near. I live for the day when we can be together in a warm happy home free of judgment and lies.

So now this is my life. This is who I am. No more hate. I will not bathe in toxic pools any longer. Now is my time finally. To grow old and be happy. To smile every day. To feel a genuine love. But god help anyone who keeps trying to stir the beast in me. I am it’s keeper, and again it’s master. I will guard that lock with all that I have, and my reward lay in my arms.

For Justin, My brother, my best friend, my shoulder for just about all my life.

I was debating to write any of this to you. The loss of someone so dear, your mother. My father was easier perhaps, we only knew each other for a short time. Noelle and I were talking about we both express how we feel through songs, and we both tend to give those expressions of how we feel about people we care for to them. It’s a personal moment we have in our head that will make us laugh, cry, even get angry. But it belongs to that person, it stays with that person. When I first met you, about a year later this song came out. When i heard it I imagined us much differently around this time, so I kind of disregarded it. Time has proven me wise to remember it. I can never express what you mean to me man. There just aren’t the words. At least, none of mine have any justice to them. So I will place this here for the day you find it, and maybe we will laugh on it, maybe you will cry in a memory of me. But here now, I was remembering in this moment, all the good you are, and all the good you have done for this earth. I love you brother. My condolences.

my nightmare

I had this dream tonight, first time I ever had a dream about the wife since she stated she wanted a divorce last November. I am writing it down because not only was it vivid, I believe it was symbolic. Also terrifying.

I dreamt we did try to patch things up, we agreed to move in to my old house on jefferson avenue in pottstown where my stepfather did all of abuse to me. She was on the computer at a desk in the living room, I asked her to tell me the truth on what she was doing the whole time I left texas. She wouldn’t say. Her kids would not say either. I pulled out a gun and stuck it to my head, she still wouldn’t say. In the meantime she sent an email to the cops. I took it off my head after she said she sent the email to the police and i stuck the barrel down her throat. I dragged

her outside. She started screaming for the kids to look for the cops and I went in the detached garage, I remember wandering inside the garage and just walking around in circles. I think at this point I dropped the gun. When I came out I didn’t have it or use it.

The police officer showed up, she was female. Instead of her arresting me like I thought she was asking tammy to just say what happened. She kept walking away from the cop or trying to anyway and was screaming leave me alone for a bit and then she finally just spilled it. She was using men for money, had them living there paying rent or even just giving her loans for sexual favors or promises of them. She started rattling off names of people she mentioned over the years and what she did with them. Nothing else happened after that, I woke up.

I felt really shaken, different. I felt like I did when I saw my stepfather in my dream as a child, beating me. I felt used, betrayed, lied to. I think an old friend is telling me to finish this.

My God

I seen all your links, I read every post, every add on fetlife. Every dream. For the first time in my life with you, I see who you really are, and what you really do. What you do to all of them. What you continue to do with them. Jesus Christ in heaven. Stay the fuck away from me. I still love you, I still forgive you. But now I see this was all a game, A game you have played for years, a game since Bryan. You never loved me, you never loved anyone. You never will.

Love the person , reject the wrong.

The hardest thing I have come to understand is that in order to truly forgive, in order for my heart to finally find peace, and change anew from the inside out is to believe and accept that love and forgiveness are for the person my creator built into this world. The beautiful soul of a person not only has value, but deserves all of the love I can provide to it should I be chosen by my creator to do so.

But, this soul, as the same of my soul, can become plagued, cursed. Attached to wrongdoing. Or as my creator chooses to call it, sin. In order for my soul to find

peace I must no longer be plagued by people of wrongdoing that take action against me in lies, deceit, and trickery. I must love and forgive the person, and I must reject and separate from the wrongdoing. I must reject it, and rebuke it in the name of my creator. For whatever I may lose, I have only good to gain for no matter what my creator decides is best for my future, that is what will be done. My will, will no longer be submitted to any person, but to my creator.

I will be a new creature, better than who I was for not only do I now commit to the actions, I believe the words and know now why I must follow through. I await further revelations on this journey.

I know your fucking name

I have looked at you my whole life you mother fucker.

I know your name now

I have been tricked by you in every failure, in every loss, you are the very knife that plunges right to my soul I know you now.

I know all my sorrow, I know all my pain, I know all my struggles, but you, you are the one I could never conquer.

You drove me into the deepest darkest shadow, and as I fight back to the light I can feel you, clawing, tearing. I feel your weight on my chest like 3 tons of steel. But I know you now.

I know who you are, and now that I do I will face you, I will beat you.

It’s just you and me now, and now I know your name.

Rejection is the name of you. You are the spirit I must drive out and I swear by death I will do it. For the first time in many years. I will choose to hate. I hate you you vile nasty plague of everything I ever could have been.

All these years of loathing humanity, you fucking tricked me. I loathe you. You will be the final battle. My closure, my end, my beginning.

I’m not afraid anymore. I fill my empty void with hate, but now that hate is where it belongs. It belongs with you.

Fuck you, and everything you ever stood for.