He was born a raven,
unkindness, the unity of his kind.
He looks back now, an angel of the dark;
at the suffering that led, to the place with no hurt.
"Existence is random. Has no pattern save what we imagine after staring at it for too long. No meaning save what we choose to impose. ... Free to scrawl own design on this morally blank world. Was Rorschach."
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