Laughs and Lobotomies

Luke 12:2-3

What the sword writes in blood it brings to silence

And what the pen writes in ink it screams from the rooftops

The sword is for the coward – his writing washed clean with a little lye and water, its message soon forgotten.

The dried ink lasts far longer than the man whose hand placed it to page.

And reborn and rewritten it takes on new form.

New life.

And the pen.

Well the pen will recount the sins of the swordsman that he would rather keep in the darkness.

One by one.

Let them be known.