Within the Grove by Solomon Blaze

Come all you weary,

Rest you your Souls.

Revenge is a dish best served cold

And the best dishes take a long time to prepare...

This hill is high.

It’s falling down.

Everything is burning...

Everyone is screaming...

Everywhere is Life;

Everywhere is Death...

I did this.

I did this and I don’t feel any better – I don’t feel worse...but I don’t feel better.

The World broke Me, so I broke It.

That’s the way things are.

There is no limit;

There is no point;

There never even was.

But fuck, did I ever love those pretty lies...