When the innocent is abused, my brain lights on fire (figuratively). I wish I could act during the moment adrenaline pumps through my veins, I have to be self-aware, and use self-awareness as my thoughts drift.

I wish I could end the suffering with those subjected to anything less than an organic life in our earthly environment. I wish I could make it end with the waving of my hand.

I would invoke the one, after acting as I know I should. I’ve just been trying to take a vacation from the dark arts. I guess it proves to show we never are free from our intentions.

I love all, but will kill you without question if you hurt the innocent without provocation. Am I a psychopath? I know I come from the line, but every ounce of me fights for the freedom of the controlled, suppressed, oppressed, victimized, or similar.

If I found you abusing someone, I would find a way to kill you without remorse.

Another day, another breath. No remorse, no regret.

Peace, love, and cheesewhiz.