Comments about Seán McLaverty
Something so simple causes so much anguish.
The mere thought, or even the muffled utterance of
this abomination can turn the stomach and sour even the finest delicacies.
Yet, addled minds cling hopelessly to it as if it were their final moments. They cling, yet this damnation will mark the graves of its followers, their epitaph. Summing up their lives, stealing from it. In the end always working to mangle, destroy, and distraught. For purity it has not.