[i]Dying is a strange thing, you don't see memories of your life or any grand tunnel of light or gates of your awaiting lord. It's like floating. I am prepared to die. Prepared to let the darkness consume me, once and for all. I don't deserve something as grand as life. I am nothing more that a vessel for darkness.

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What's happening? This warmth. This rage. This passionate anger. Holy insanity. Righteous and grand with the madness pain.[/I]

"Nng..."