You sit there staring at the truth, looking at it through a desperate and deathly glare. Let me tell you, it will not go away, nor will it falter or become dismayed.
The truth of events is the one true constant in the universe, the interpretation of such occurrences is solely based on a person's honesty, ironic how honesty itself is not truthful.
You will not hide the facts glaring right back at you. You cannot kill the emotions caused; patients is a virtue but with a threshold to cowardice. Me, I stand before you with judgement, I bear the ugly scars and the fresh wounds of battle, I will no longer fall silent.
The eternal flames of anger and love intertwined in a conflict of oblivion. Why? I ask you, answer me! My compatriot, my false constant!
You have trespassed a step too far and traveled into my soul a time not welcomed. A vesuvius of destruction will ensue, yet I wait for common sense to prevail; alas how can I expect ears of lost ability to regain compassion.
You will become subdued along with all your dark familiars; for I, sovereign of fate command you! There will be justice, there will be change; for there are no further boundaries for the despair I burden.
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