Black out me. Ever bleak. As my fate comes down, falling into place. It's immovable. It's engraved in stone. This impending doom creeping into view, wrap around my neck, drown me in the depths. And I know I don't have the strength. And I know it will end in vain, in the mire. Tooth and nail, I fight for truth. Kick and scream, with scars and wounds. I accept the stars, although reluctantly embracing this state. Fulfilling my birthright, my only function, for the plight of mankind. My final decision, all or nothing, total destruction. I was dealt the throes, slings and arrows, for the test of all time. Black me out. Void my essence, the path of nonexistence. Despite all my fear, I truly do feel the purpose in this. Despite all my rage, I truly do feel the purpose in this. Free choice, un-free existence.
