Verax Vulture

I am a vulture. It gave me great pleasure to watch the injured and weak succumb to their destinies from behind the grime of anonymity. You cannot harbor empathy when feasting upon carrion. To throw their humanity aside is to eat, to be nourished. The howling of despair, the breaking of the human edifice; it became a boring preamble. Some say, “You have lost touch”, and to that I must disagree. I have lost nothing but the shackles which betray man from…