You slept on stone. All cold and alone. All I see, all I see. All I see is misery. As flames lick the garden's end. The sun set on the final day. And you wanted, wanted to change. And here I take root; I watch you stay the fucking same. I fell in love with a material world. And even then, the blood was habitual. Sacrifice has become a ritual. Sacrifice has become a ritual. Stripped down to your most primal state, become everything that I fucking hate. I don't give a fuck about your intent or anything you really meant. The world takes her last breath. Human life become her death. All exploits for this moment. Just for one final torment