I Am A Westerner Of Westerners!

The Feeble Soul Merely Whines And Complains.

I Gratefully Look Forward To Oblivion, But I Must Be Sure Of It

Honest Men Live On Charity In Their Age; The Almshouses Are Full Of Men Who Never Stole A Copper Penny. Honest Men Are The Fools And The Saints.

Even The Most Malignant Gods Would Not Continue To Inflict Life Upon Humanity, Time Without End.

I Have Been The Victim Of Heartless Malice.