Hymn of Stone
Don't ever tell me what to do. I've already brought the universe to it's knees. Even She will not stand in my way, incapable of stopping my whim. My desire. My rage. Reality trembles. Everyone confuses the sacrifice I make. Everyone believes I loathe Him so much, but they are so tiny of mind and creativity to understand. To believe. It's love. Unconditional, eternal, and empowering. It is why I cannot be stopped. Why nothing can oppose me. My body is mortal, it will eventually die. But my rage. It compels the universe to back away, to expand. To flee. It will always be remembered of its mistake, of what it took from me. And how I will never forgive, neither it nor myself. My mistakes, my pain, my dishonor. I stand alone.