Call me old-fashioned, but I think our vices should leave a rotten taste in our mouth. Helps keep us honest. That’s what God invented the hangover for.
What is the Devil? The sum of our fears? Maybe whatever these things are, we just needed to give them a name.
The battle is coming. Unless we’re prepared, that darkness will spew forth with the reek of a sewer drowning us in its corruption. We will choke on it, gag on it, and then the black pit of hell will await us all.
It’s no secret what I do. Everybody knows it needs to be done. Nobody really wants to see what’s behind the curtain.