"Blood and destruction shall be so in use
And dreadful objects so familiar
That mothers shall but smile when they behold
Their infants quarter'd with the hands of war;
All pity choked with custom of fell deeds:
And Caesar's spirit, ranging for revenge,
With Ate by his side come hot from hell,
Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice
Cry 'Havoc,' and let slip the dogs of war;
That this foul deed shall smell above the earth
With carrion men, groaning for burial."
I return not as a ghost but a man in need of explanation.
I left this world in the hands of a madman with hope things would not become worse.
Apparently I was wrong.
It seems I must rectify the situation and take up arms once again.
I take my leave from the desert of the real and enter the Matrix once again.
See you on the other side.
