I could climb up to the top of a moutain. I could fly a plane as high as it could go. But still I'd be no closer to Heaven. I'll have to wait until it's time to go home.
(Del). I wait to see your skull vibrate. when I bury the hatchet, I hope you catch it, I'll attach it. to his focus, when I broke his head in half. Feel the wrath, on my behalf.