Follow me, all you vagrants and vagabonds, for I am here. I am the "Jacobin Devil", the thought that lies on the edge of complete indulgence, and nihility. I am the last gasp of air taken by the man strangled by the gallows, the last will and testament of the woman burned at the stake. Follow me all you nomads with no home, dreamers with nowhere to sleep, lovers with no one to make love to, I will show you the abyss. I am that haunter of the dark, and between the rhythmic patterns of my words you shall find the truth. You know this truth, you feel it when you walk down the street, you feel it as you perform your daily routine. You feel this inner truth deep inside, I am just the embodiment of that truth. See the most important question isn't who am I, the only question of any real significance is who are you? Who are you really, not your height or weight, your amount of friends,or your amount of foes. You are not your eye color or hue of skin. No, you are something deeper, something more important, and I am here to guide you to your revelations. See we all must play our part in this grim play we call reality, but I urge you, I challenge you, to lift the veil and look upon her face, and look past her withered skin, and see the beauty of adversarial thought. Give me your hand, for we shall forever be a thorn in their sides, a constant reminder that we all embody that truth.
