I have existed for far too long, growing to a peak of power unimaginable to you beings. I wield power so immense that I have surpassed all realities, and yet I have never felt more confused in my quest for meaning.


    What are these if not my most passionless reflections?


    Dreary mirrors to an immoral life struck upon me by circumstances beyond my control. Am I to blame for the pain I have inflicted? Am I responsible for the outcomes of the world? I would like to believe no, but the only punishment left to receive is from myself.Did you know this text is from a different site? Read the official version to support the creator.


    I come to you from infinite and quiet loneliness, a void of unending emptiness. A home I have made for myself from unending slaughter, I fought against the heavens.


    I fought for my right to live and realized all along it wasn''t the world who was wrong.


    It was I.


    How can I rectify this pain? Please listen to this closely...


    There is nothing beautiful about my story, just the soul-crushingagony of fighting for eternity.