Scavenge the souls of the lords, and bequeath them to thee. Give yourself to the fire, a new era fuelled by your humanity. Not space but time warping your mind. Find your temporary salvation. Destroy the deformed being that was driven wild. Try to save yourself and help humanity's cause. You will be lost to the fire, or the fucking abyss. Your soul will rot or burn, but I'll let you have the choice of which. Did you really think you were the first of your kind? A soldier of humanity with a noble plight. But what if their saviour went down without a fight? Where the fuck will they find hope when all the sunlight dies? Shards of a dark soul are what you call humanity. You're simply putting off the death of a world you hate. You will be lost to the fire, or the fucking abyss. Your soul will rot or burn, but I'll let you have the choice of which. Stop stretching out your pain. Let this sick world darken as it may. Or keep trying to link the flame, and eventually play your part in its little game. Realize that where fire burns, humanity is lost. You might rethink your goal if you knew the cost. You will burn as they have or rot as they all watch. Your sacrifice can only last for so fucking long. You will be lost to the fire, or the fucking abyss. Your soul will rot or burn, but I'll let you have the choice of which.
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