You can’t handle the truth! Son, we live in a world that has Light. And that Light has to be guarded. Who’s gonna do it? You? You, Friend? I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom. You weep for God and you curse the new generation. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know: that God’s death, while tragic, probably saved lives. And my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives…You don’t want the truth. Because deep down, in places you don’t talk about at parties, you want me in that Light. You need me in that Light. We use words like truth, equality, peace… we use these words as the backbone to a life spent defending something. You use ’em as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very freedom I provide, then questions the manner in which I provide it! I’d rather you just said thank you and went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest you get into the Light and stand a post. Either way, I don’t give a damn what you think you’re entitled to!


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