Engraved into the sky. Into the living and the dead. So take away and kill the root. Less is more and I need more more more. The sky cares not what will is mine and everything else falls beneath. So for one meaningless excuse, will you tell me why I'd be to blame for anything that happens after this? For everything that happens after You? Will you tell me?
So this is how it's done. One foot in front. The hand relays the flame. Pass it off!
The dead gaze is deafening, but time will tell if sound relays the lie.
I'll tell you. Anything could happen after this. Everything could happen after you.
I am the crack in the dam. I planned the breach in the gate. I'll consume the universe, destroy the wolf and cry out for the lamb. This is how it's done.