I wonder what it's like to forget. To sever oneself from the past. Of course, this would have different relevancies and repercussions for different people. But that's it, isn't it?

I'd wonder what it's like to wake up one morning and have the past, the sins, the demons, all wiped from memory. Perhaps I'd be a better person. Probably not. I'd definitely be a well-slept bastard though.

What is democracy? Appeal to the masses, but to what extent? To what aim? To what cost? Seriously. Should placating the plebeian really be a greatest priority?

It's sad, almost pitiful, that a government should be reduced to the shackles that are the will of the people. What restriction! What constraints! How better are they than peasants chained by the social stratum? In democracy, the government is but a tool; a rifle subject to the will of an ape, a sword bound to the hands of a child, an item of enormous potential thrust unjustly into inept hands.

Such a pity, such a shame.

Azazyl

Stench of humanity,
The rot of those fair.
Despair!
Of lost sanity and
Dreams never there.