That which I found most repulsive in Kresten,
as had been a common curse amidst
my peers,
was his abuse of language in the
service
of his own self-aggrandizing narcissism,
to the detriment of all his
enemies, including his accusers,
of which I’ve been solitary party,
forced to stoop to his appearance
as I too used words
to make myself look better and to
bring his faults to light,
though in the realm of words I made
this enterprise in spite,
for I had only the conviction I was
right,
borne only from the knowledge of my
own sincerity,
and whether he believed his lies or
not,
at least mine might give rise to
higher clarity.
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