Mark my words

("....." indicates perspective change back and forth from id/self: )

Listen too your umbral whispers.

Kill or be killed, the perfect excuse.

You have no choice there's nothing u can do.

To Fill the bottomless pit, or calm this typhoon.

Listen to me listen to me.....i cannot harm this horror with blade and rage, so with mind and heart i'll build an infinite cage.

Still, song of want perpetually pounding like angered tidal waves.

Moments of silence, just contrast to the assaults next phase.

Aeon grows weary of my games, and binds not first nor last rebellious mage.

Even as Mist and rust ravage the palisade, and enlightenment`s reduced to smoldering sage.

Freedoms boon I shall deny ID until I turn every last bloodstained page....listen to me listen to me...I will, I will, I will grant audience But no promise to obey.....ha!

Illusions of taming a lion, for he still yearns to feast.

And if this demand is not answered in due time he will again be unbound as beast....bestowed with free, no!

Priceless will.

Even if my mortal coil knows not how best to make good use. no excuses, im the master, cant hesitate must choose.

I can't quell the gale, but tall in defiance until i see it through.

Mark my words Ill fill this FUCKING pit even if it's the last thing I do.