Worldly Abuse Frost Byte Temper tantrum little child, bang your head upon the wall, feel the pain, sharp and mild. It will not help at all. Try as you might with all the power, all that you can muster, the actions never seem quite right. impact you reach with fluster. Looking forward, starting back, into a pail light called hope. Slipping sideways off the track, learning how to cope. Many paths are offered, only few are ever put to use, beat the path, move it back, we can't take this world's abuse. SAUCE00Worldly Abuse Frost Byte CiA 19950127!P