Even on the brink of freedom when the shackles have been removed and bodies drenched in aromatic wine you seek vengeance in the name of duty.
I can only hope for you my dear friend that when such time arrives you'll embrace the wisdom of creation rather than the destruction bestowed in the futility that never loved you.
There is no boast in easy victory or laughter in seeing the tears tumble from the heavens. Set aside wounded pride instead envision the shroud of misanthropic deviance mystified by the devices of illusion.