Perhaps, I am still broken.

Perhaps, I am lost.

Perhaps, you are right…

Still, that does not give you the right nor privilege to examine my soul.

Examine your own.

And still, your words have no power over me.

A true Christian knows this.

And a true Christian knows that he does not have the last word ever, justice does…

So farewell.

Before you know me, know thyself.

You are talking to a master wordsmith, and master intellectual and philosopher – there goes my secret in thin air, for those that have ears.

And these are my last words to you.

I take delight.