The only verdict is vengeance, a vendetta, held as a votive not in vain.

What you have are bullets, and the hope that when your guns are empty, I'm no longer standing, because if I am... you'll all be dead before you've reloaded.

There is a face beneath this mask but it's not me. I'm no more that face than I am the muscles beneath it or the bones beneath them.

A building is a symbol, as is the act of destroying it. Symbols are given power by people. A symbol, in and of itself is powerless, but with enough people behind it, blowing up a building can change the world.

Truth be told, if you're looking for the guilty you need only look into a mirror.

I allow you to put Death in motion...

You are already in Death's thrall,
Those in his thrall leave no final footprints on this wretched planet.
That is proof that your soul is no longer of this world.

I am a wondering soul, that helps others from the shadows, never to be seen or remembered.

EVERYONE at some point in their lives has done this:
We ignore the ones who adore us
Adore the ones that ignore us
Love the ones who hurt us
And hurt the ones that love us
...question is, do we have the perseverance and fortitude to change this?

You can cage a wild dog for as long as you want but, eventually he will break out.

If I am forgotten then I will disappear and there will be no memory of me.