|| I think I understand things better now ... |

[neon_lenore]

In wicked light, our sickl’d shadow informs us of our knowledge.
In wicked light, only the strong survive and the weak will wallow.
In wicked light, one must bear a cross, and what a cross to bear.
In wicked light, the light is damned ... the darkness wouldn’t dare.
In wicked light, the saints are daemons, and those of nature roam free.
In wicked light, only then can one truly feel free.