Beyond love, beyond happiness, beyond law, beyond politics, beyond war, beyond justice, beyond goodness, beyond hatred, beyond sin, beyond evil. When all hope of hope is lost, when all possible futures are exhausted by darkened realities. There is the desolate land of spite. It is the solace and satisfaction of the grave, true, but, as they say, misery loves company, and that grave shall not be lonely. And there are many hands to reach from below. Choose to live, my friends. Choose to live.
by achrilock