This is an act of war...
...nothing good can come of it.
I have spent my days keeping the heavy door of the lead furnace closed - despite the temptation to let the door fly from its hinges and blast forth a flame fueled with fury. All around my feet, the molten ground starts to shift and give way to the underbelly of the world. Precariously perched on a precipice of stone, I survey this strange land now surrounding me. Where am I? Admittedly, there may be some slice of desperation in my actions, but rest assured that my mortal mold will do what it is intended to do when it is time. This cannot continue in the fashion it is now going; there has to be an end to it soon. Somewhere nearby there are heavenly beings looking down upon us with sad eyes, but at the same time knowing full well that there will come a day when all of this pettiness will pass and ignorance will crush the faint of heart. I will tell you the truth if you think you can handle it...
Blood spilt will not be blood shed
I have spent my days keeping the heavy door of the lead furnace closed - despite the temptation to let the door fly from its hinges and blast forth a flame fueled with fury. All around my feet, the molten ground starts to shift and give way to the underbelly of the world. Precariously perched on a precipice of stone, I survey this strange land now surrounding me. Where am I? Admittedly, there may be some slice of desperation in my actions, but rest assured that my mortal mold will do what it is intended to do when it is time. This cannot continue in the fashion it is now going; there has to be an end to it soon. Somewhere nearby there are heavenly beings looking down upon us with sad eyes, but at the same time knowing full well that there will come a day when all of this pettiness will pass and ignorance will crush the faint of heart. I will tell you the truth if you think you can handle it...
Blood spilt will not be blood shed