Matthew Woodring Stover Quote

Now that it’s too late, now that I lie here dying on this bloodstained sand, I finally get it.I understand, now.I understand. I know what he meant. My father told me that to knowthe enemy is half the battle. I know you, now. That’s right.It’s you.All of you who sit in comfort and watch me die, who see the twitch ofmy bowels through my own eyes: You are my enemy.Corpses lie scattered around me, gleanings left in a wheat field by a careless reaper. Berne’s body cools beneath the bend of my back, and I can’t feel him anymore. The sky darkens over my head—but no, I think that’s my eyes; Pallas’ light seems to have faded.Every drop of the blood that soaks into this sand stains my hands and the hands of the monsters that put me here.That’s you, again.It’s your money that supports me, and everyone like me; it’s your lust that we serve.You could thumb your emergency cut-off, turn your eyes from the screen, walk out of the theatre, close the book . . .But you don’t.You are my accomplice, and my destroyer.My nemesis.My insatiable blood-crazed god.Ah, ahhh, Christ . . . it hurts.