I

I I rode with the gray. I rode with the blue. I am a killer tried-and-true. I have flown high, raining fire from the sky. Bringing hell on earth, as chaos gave birth. I have torn through the land clad in steel, grinding the innocent beneath my heel. I have left the seas awash in blood, while crying to the heavens. .. This is for the good. I have hanged men for the color of their skin. I have slain the young, the old and gray, for no other reason than the way they pray. To the bowels of hell, I have opened the gate. I am hate.