When there is no more room in Hell... The Heavens will fall... The Sinister Urge will rise... And the dead shall die again...

=Martyrdom=
To my each content upbringing I am somewhat decieved by my own subconscious,
My thoughts, each holy, my hands, grasp coldy onto my last stand and defence against the evil forces within.
My side has been chosen without the consent of my inner being,
Without the consent of my heart, without these consents i must start to release the power therein.

I ask myself again and again where I stand, why I stand, how I stand...
I am answered only by my own silence, answered by my own compliance to act without will, thought, or force.
I have been called a martyr, why I ask? Why do you shatter my name with such intolerance to my soul?
I ask not to be dubbed, ask not to be subed in place for someone of a deeper purity then I to take this course.

END

"You are a sacrifice for being imperfect to make way for a perfect one to be...so you become evil"