Are you not so knee deep in the murky dark waters that sometimes your thirst for destruction makes you yearn for the silent epidemic?

That’s the messed up thing about you. You dare misfortune to strike you, in your defiance against being a victim, you carry yourself to the centre of catastrophe just so you can say it was your choice to be destroyed. And isn’t it just your luck that misfortune is afraid of you? Because you’re a tornado of destruction yourself.