Born of my own pain,ripped apart by the canines of my own form of existence. Steaped in
the darkness for my eyes have been shut to the light long before the lotus of my life
blossomed. The attempted ressurection of the damned soul that was crucified for sins
committed in subcontious existence,the world has yet suffered dearly at the wrath of my
pain and in it i ascended to be among you,a place I didnt exist and thus you have bathed in
a pool of my lies and basked in the light of my inequities. Doves never did fly with crows and
the dark always creeps away from the light. From now on where I go you cannot come and
thus we cease to exist as before in the city of peace.