This is your calling.
If you are reading this, there is nothing I can do.
Something has grown in my chest.
And I have seen it. It is hard and cold.
It's been dormant for many years.
I have tried to save you, but I cannot come to save you, anymore.
But this is what you deserve. This is what we deserve.
This is something that we have brought upon ourselves.
We are not a victim, you are not a victim.
God will grovel before me.
God will crawl at my commands.
These are the dying years.
When you are suffering, know that I have betrayed you.
