ABSOLUTELY SPEECHLESS AS ALL MANNER OF SCOURGES TRAIPSE ACROSS TEH LANDSCAPE OF MY SOUL. BRILLIANT PANORAMA TRAILING IN PICTURESQUE ROWS AS THE BANNER SWEEPS LIKE SILK ACROSS THE HORIZON PROCLAIMING THE VERY DESTRUCTION THAT I FEAR.. DESPERATE PLEAS TO THOSE WHO CLAIM IMMUNITY, TO THOSE WHO CLAIM INVINSCIBILITY, TO THOSE WHO CLAIM THE VERY ROLE OF PROTECTOR OVER ME. ALAS, THERE IS NO DEFENSE FROM THE SHARP BLADES OF HUMANITY SWIFTLY CUTTING THE AIR IN AUDIBLE RHYTHMS OF DOOM. AS OF YET, I HAVE NOT BEEN COMPLETELY CONQUERED AND HAVE THUS SURVIVED TO COMPOSE THIS EPTITAPH OF MY GREAT WOE AND FORLORN CONDITION. BUT ALL IS NOT CALM HERE IN MY BROKEN AND SHATTERED BALLISTA, MY FOE IS STILL ARMED, POISED OVER HIS PREY. BUT I WAIT, STILL, WITH A CLANDESTINE WEAPON.