The King bestows an ivory shade of death.
You pray for a sign but silence is all you hear.
Don't come to me for answers for I have none.
Trust in faith.
Peace is just a step away from your natural course of life.
You cannot go where I am going because you have lost your way.
Lingering like a ghost with a ball and chain you were born already dead.
This city is burning...
"O'God in this withering city. I have found death in all of the wrong places. Now I am the only one left. It's so hard to pray in silence because I can always hear the sound of something. As long as these words are carved into this world, silence and peace are surely found. I do not hide my faith for it is right here on my body. The wicked can come after me but the struggle is too much to bare. Thousands of people surround me but I only see ghosts. My sword is as sharp as your words. This blood soaks my hands. These waves are crashing on me, my body torn into pieces.
O'Lord this ship is going down. From the depths of these waters I have faith that you will grab my hand. I was born in your world, but this is not my home. These souls you have created, hate you. They hate you without reason. They hate you because you are good. There are no allies here where I am, only death, only enemies. The only time I feel safe, is when I am here writing you. But I'm running out of time, I can feel it."
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