A Galaxy Far, Far Away
A figure for the closing of time, the antagonist divine. Void of vacant word, one final answer to be heard. I will carry my decree into a storm of lead. This is total war, my want for tolerance is dead. To my last breath, I am someone to hate. I will spit upon the idol for which you stand. I will carry the weight. I will bury your deception with a wrathful hand.