My Iron heart will beat when yours is rust.
I take your Strength, your power, your lust.
By Iron Will alone I set my mind in motion.
Through endless storms of fervent devotion.
“There was a moment-- I know when I was under in the dark that
something... whatever I'd been reduced to, you know, not even
consciousness. It was a vague awareness in the dark, and I could feel my definitions fading. And beneath that... darkness, there
was another kind.”
“I've wept for those who suffer long But how I weep for those who've gone Into rooms of grief and questioned wrong But keep on killing It's in the soul to feel such things But weak to watch without speaking Oh what mercy sadness brings.”