“Revenge in the hands of your enemies is a loaded gun.”

You didn’t happen to see your future mother-in-law at that meeting today, did you?”

The failed intention of a masterful ally. But, nevertheless, as they burden you with a vexing brand of love.

They become nothing more than the kiss of Judas, pressing a crown of thorns into your flesh.

They become nothing more than the kiss of Judas, pressing a crown of thorns into your flesh.

Sometimes duplicity and treason are markers of the enemy, and sometimes.

You can beg them for mercy, wave the white flag of surrender, but the only true elixir for the vitriol they bestow is a measure of hatred dispensed of your own.