blood, like fire must be constantly fed on a diet of violence whether your meal be law and order self-defense a perverse pleasure in the agony of others it is easy to philosophize on the merits of battle until one enters the fray academia is not a shield swords cleave through books as a knife through butter all things are forgotten save the will to live the want to defend the want to destroy life, like faith must be constantly nourished from those things deep inside whether your need be a place in your heaven a fear of hell here is your weapon the time is now
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