The predictably, sick, sad, and well rehearsed end has come again.
Visions of the End...

That day, when only for Me...
fire, and stone will rain down upon me...

No light at the End of the tunnel for Me, just Natural Selections taking it's natural course...
thinning the herd so that the strong may survive.

Fate, she is a Hunter, and I her Prey...
then, I meet you...

Now, where darkness, lonliness, and pain prevailed...
You now stand.

A beacon of beautiful truth.

Were I an Angel, or Demon of destruction bent on wiping this ugly little world away,
You would be this worlds only saving grace.

Through you, this whole world, and all the petty, selfish, ugly, little "Sheeple", who mindlessly race each other to the slaughter are saved.

Take now, the hand of he who walked with death...
Breathe Life into his old and dusty bones...

Watch as He becomes a stronger and normal Man.

His Mortality assured, and his humanity now restored, the sights, sounds, and sensations from the other side no longer afflict him...

The Demon is gone, but never forgotten...