Death is close
Smoke and fire at a distance
A disease known well by the damned
Everything I touch turns to ash
Water won't cease the pain, the guilt of carrying such a burden in my soul
My soul is poisoned by my hate, anger, sorrow, and ideals
They tear me apart, destroying me and loved ones
I can not mitigate the torment I suffer
What shame I have!
I infect, destroy, and turn those around me into creatures deserving of hate
No wonder people despise me!
Let me be scorned!
Let me be hated!
Let me be shamed!
Redemption is near
