Drifting by the heavens unscarred. Yet unhealed before a bleeding cross. Thrown into the ash. Crumbling. I've been crossed. Like the lies on a clocks face. I've been fed lies I can't comprehend. I've become but a mere seed again. And I'll prophesize the end. Now. I have yet begun to fight. There is no fear in my heart. No cause worthy of my respect. In the end I'll rot. I won't fall prey to deception. Deception is the means by which they profit. Deceit if their hearts. Evil within their souls.