An Apology

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DominicMoore:

 “‘Ill spawned bile sours the soul’-

 lyrically pleasant.

 If your fortitude is so weak that precious few words posted by a complete stranger offend you, I suggest that you stay away from the general populace, for you will only be hurt. Perhaps you will agree with this and realize you have no inner strength, or continue as you were, recognizing that an aggressor gains nothing if his target behaves like a stone.”

My apologies:

 I’m sorry if this is the creed by which you live – adversity, pain, intimidation, poisoned tongues and humiliation – but it is within you to be someone great, to renounce your past words and their ‘helpful’ hate. You have my pity, though I doubt you want it. You have my sympathy, for you preach self-improvement. You have my enmity, for you knowingly hurt others. You have my apology, for I cannot help you – you have chosen your path.

If all your targets were as stone, who then would you contest?

You suggest but two options,

Agree or ignore,

When the universe offers infinitely many more.

And why should I ignore those who seek to hurt me?

When it is clear that the true hurt dwells in thee.

Conversation breeds contention,

That which you adore,

So why hide our words in a Private Message,

Rather than displaying them on a Message Board?

Of course, if you do not wish your profile sullied by my words,

You may always admit defeat and these words delete.

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