SOON, HELL'S ROAR BUBBLES FROM THE DEPTHS.
HOW DOES IT FEEL TO BE HELPLESS? HOW DOES IT FEEL TO KNOW PAIN?
Does it grieve you to see the depths of your own weakness laid bare?
DRESSED IN RAGE, INSIDE MY CAGE. MY PANDEMONIUM, STILL BOUND TO THE FLAME THAT I BEAR. BURIED ALIVE IN THE COFFIN OF WHO I USED TO BE.