— FreeXpression, August 2006, p. 26
I am searching for a tree to hang myself.
History does not know the inner workings of my mind.
You shall straddle a cross board in your inexcusable attempt to make people believe.
Four followers will write falsehood, for they are bored by you and want you to be wanted.
The printed page will say they mourned for you; I know they will mourn for me instead.
Soon your religion will cast me as evil, but my motives are not what people make of them.
You see that but will still remain silent during the interrogation.
I will not get a chance to defend my position.
I am a good man with no evil intent, hindered by a future history.
Now, I have found a gnarled tree to drive home death.
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