A dark cloud is to pass over us all,
though the one wearing the mask remains ignorant of the doom to come.
He sees narrowly,
while She lays helpless to all Her children.
One cold, cruel, and vicious reaps nothing for he has neglected what he hath sown.
One cold, cruel and vicious with a robe sows only discord, and no one shall profit though they will toil all their days.
And where is that hand that stays the mob? Could it not even stay the hand of one that inflicts harm upon the Innocent?
The betrayal of the trusted is colder than the foul of the wicked.
Where is your equality?
Where is your justice?
You have no purpose unless you serve it.
