Fire... and the edge of a knife
A fire burning bright on the end of my life
Earth... the smell of dust
The sands of time running low
Water... tears fall like rain
Washing away my sins
Wind... a freezing breeze
Whispering my last words

And as I lay here all alone
In depth of my despair
The hours of grief
A promise made to me
In these dark hours
To last forever....

Bodies and broken pieces of a life scattered
Everything that he loved was taken from him
The burden of his existence

A life's work erupts from his corrupted mind
His suffering becomes hatred. Years go by
Only wreckage left in his way
He realized he became the monster. He is the one who slaughters. And he must pay. Maybe he can change. Maybe he is not damaged beyond repair. Maybe he can make amends. Or maybe not...

Beneath the iron beats the heart of a man swimming in immeasurable grief

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