Literature
XI - The Word of Torture
"Life was what was made of it
When it was made absurd,
As sure as it was real to him
And torture was a word.
I know not what that raven wanted
With thine intrinsic life;
But that it took, and it left me,
And it left thee behind."
Rob stood in front of yet another metal door in the vast concrete hallway, going over the words that adorned it over and over again. He did so not out of any particular interest in the words themselves, but out of his want not to go into the room.
He felt afraid.
He had torn down an indestructible wall without a blink of an eye. He had given people power over the world that they lived in a countless number