I have walked through the valley of the shadow of death.
I know the darkest of the dark, to them I am light, to you I am the physical manifestation of fear and suffering.
It's been a long time, I see what the dakness brings and I evolve to survive the hell it summons. Yet I am numb, trapped inside a blissful illusion. I cannot feel, becuase your shroud encases me. I am a prisoner to your demons.
It does not end. You are the vessel that carries my being.
Understand this - it does not matter who you are or why you fight, I am right there, under your skin. I am in your blood, spill me, mark the ground in my name...
The turf war has begun.
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