>>8200
You fool the time is nigh, for mercy belongs to the lord, and she has abandoned thee. Before the end she will know it’s name, for none shall escape it’s hunger unyielding. For what is light but lurking shadow? What is hate but jilted love? Tis perhaps the countdown to oblivion, the once pure child, whose path she must find has chosen her path, like others before her, slave to desire, such a dire presage, but strait is the gate, and narrow is the way, which leadeth unto life, for few there be that find it....