There is no creature more arrogant than the abuser. They feel it’s their right to misuse their loved ones.

It’s always someone else’s fault.

Circumstance. They have no control. But nay, they are never crazy.

They cannot be compared to another. They have no equal. They have no faults. The world is wrong.

They argue with the weak. They discuss until they start to lose. Then they demand silence.

They command their wives. Their children. They are their submissive armies.

They hide behind God. They cling to imaginary shreds of illness. They weep untruths.

They never die.

When their bodies are decayed and returned to the Earth their torment remains ever zealous.


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