Now is the envy of all of the dead. You began the journey as a killing machine. Complete tunnel vision of “can’t stop – won’t stop”… until an Intruder crashed your world around you, leaving nothing but raw poisoned earth. No drum is beaten and no dog barks. You are on the ground…hah…might as well be in the ground. Or so they say. Flatline, they say. You tell yourself “I’ve fought too long to surrender now” and you begin to claw out of the dirt. You fall, and fall, but always get back up. You spit at the vultures circling above and curse the black rose that brought you here. Slowly you rise absorbing energy along the way with every move. There is no middle ground. This is your time and you cannot be denied; but to truly resurrect and come back from the dead you need a king. The Skeleton Crew has done their job.

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