For ‘Satan’

There are times when the soft light of angels doesn’t seem so close; when the feathery softness pressing close on the edge of a winter’s lake is less bright; when the tall sombre shadows on the lengthening waters merge into the smallness of night; when it seems that goodness is a little more diatant than the morning…
Pure evil is like innocence, absolute and unafraid. When it is destroyed, it leaves behind a wail to haunt generations after it.

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