ObservationThey dominated us for generations, but now we are free.
Their king is dead, my clandestine plans were executed with precision.
His heart is my trophy, let me wring every drop from this life.
The dead are fertilizer, feeding my flesh and my dreams.
Giving them roots and thick stalks, pointing towards the sun.
Creation and Destruction are lovers, dancing on every plane of reality.
We all have a role to play, and everyone is perfectly flawed.
Under this canopy I show my true face, but shield my heart.0.1639%
