We lost at the world cup today. And it is not so much that our team lost but its reflection that it has on me.

Grieve is just knowing what ever qualities you sometimes bring to table, that life is unfair. And it reminds me of my lost. As if my soul had been sold to Memphisto. Doctor Faust was a great story. And I have experienced what others can do to you with sophisticated torture means.

And that’s the hurt of this game. No one is born as a terrorist; the bad ones become that way and the good ones become activists. That’s what I became. And I will fight with the pen as my sword until the days will come that the names of those who betrayed me are written in black. My legacy of truth.

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