There Ȋ̝̊̅§ a darkness at †ђξ heart of every man. †ђξ measure of †ђξ strength of that man Ȋ̝̊̅§ his ability τ̲̅ȍ conquer that darkness. In this battle with †ђξ very tightly woven fabric of his soul, a man sometimes loses, but †ђξ men who are counted worthy Ãήϑ who stand above all others are those who break through Ãήϑ destroy that darkness.
†ђξ people who stay around you, who form your circle of friends, who are your family, those you care most about, they feel †ђξ brunt of this darkness. It Ȋ̝̊̅§ they, who first feel †ђξ whip of †ђξ evil which resides deep within you. Ãήϑ †ђξ question which always arises: could you have stopped it? Could you have prevented this evil from existing Ãήϑ from affecting †ђξ people you love?
In †ђξ effort τ̲̅ȍ destroy that which so eagerly threatens τ̲̅ȍ tear apart †ђξ very fabric of our soul, we find ourselves understanding it, we come τ̲̅ȍ love it, we come τ̲̅ȍ enjoy †ђξ feeling it releases Ãήϑ as with every drug, we become addicted Ãήϑ we come τ̲̅ȍ need it. It Ȋ̝̊̅§ at this point that we transcend that point where we were embattled humans Ãήϑ we become truly evil.
When we don't care anymore, when we do what we do because we can Ãήϑ with absolutely NƠ̴͡ regard for †ђξ feelings of our friends. When we remove †ђξ care Ãήϑ warmth of emotion Ãήϑ we truly Ãήϑ wholly become cold blocks of icy logic. When we die τ̲̅ȍ †ђξ world Ãήϑ care NƠ̴͡ more. When we lose those we care for †ђξ most. Then we near †ђξ pit Ãήϑ that crevasse from which if we surrender, we would never pull out again.
When do you then demand for salvation? ♓☺W do you get it? Ãήϑ from whence may it come?
As it Ȋ̝̊̅§ with any form of ice Ãήϑ cold, warmth Ȋ̝̊̅§ †ђξ cure Ãήϑ a rush of emotions Ȋ̝̊̅§ necessary. But in a heart so cold Ãήϑ dead, can love so pure suffer it τ̲̅ȍ break?
A rush of emotions, a cold heart, a teary eye Ãήϑ a heart torn nearly assunder...
Pure madness.
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