Feb 07, 2012 10:42
It's the spiritual equivalent of throwing a hay-maker and punching yourself in the face. That moment, that moment that you realize that this revenge will not be sweet and that you have no access to righteousness. All fury drains from your body as you are suspended unveiled with nothing but your actions playing out in front of your conscience like a movie. Oh right, peace. In that moment, if you still find the absolute unrepentant gall to look any god in the eye and raise your existential middle finger, then cook Keyser. Cook on. The rest of you motherfuckers need to see about that nice and have a fuckin' seat. But that's just me. Do what you do, soldier.
"I mean the Devil himself. How do you shoot the Devil in the back? What if you miss?"
Verbal Kent - The Usual Suspects