No it should have not been you. I never meant the things I said. Nothing of it ever true. Whoever writes it and whoever makes the future happen. Would've gone in your place but it happened to you.
Waking in floods of sweat. Vision returning. My hearts in overdrive. . I sink so low that hell is heaven. The high is gone, I must escape this. Inner loathing, that is my captor.
On winds of death. Hate filled and unforgiving. No life is spared. In death we are all equal. . As cities fall. Monarchs and clergy with them. Judgment has risen.