Shattered images populate a lucid dreamscape: A young soldier holding his life in his hands, a dying girl, beautiful and broken, a carbon copy crumbling in the unforgiving desert winds. This fading vision, sterile and brittle, becomes me. This broken life, bleeding through his cracked hands, She is me. The painted sky shone in fluorescents; a dream, upon waking lifting the stain it obscured. A thousand miles away, a thousand years gone, countless lives balance on the edge of my consciousness. What I know, what lies shrouded will illumine shadows so emblackened, the taint will spill forth like a tidal wave. The soldier remembers me, let's see if he'll remember what I do. Infinite lifetimes, flowing into each other, I'm filled to satiation, I'm overflowing will, it hurts, I can't contain everything, it hurts, I need him to bear this burden with me. It hurts. The ancient sect made promises I'm afraid even they cannot keep My knowledge, their wisdom, We are its last threat The blade to sever the thread holding Damocles at bay one misstep and it all comes down I feel time slipping away the soldier will protect me but what will protect him when the hammer falls? Come forth from the abyss King from the sunken wool I beckon thee, upon my crown lay your blessing, thy be known in this world evermore I seek knowledge only you can give answer me now, or twist in nethers I hold the fetters that bind you here Lucifer, be my guide, help me end this pain, Come Hell. And they will know the name of The King Within his flesh and blood their judgement is sown Oh Lord on this most unholy day we offer to you a sacrifice body, mind and soul will build the bridge and they will know the name of The King Awash with sin, the herd runs rampant. Time crawls to an end, the end. Memories weigh like lead, the poor soldier bears them stiffly. He will act as an animal, caged and fearful. I will die. Should he live, should his mind reach out and embrace the truth he knows so bitterly, he will join me soon. Two little lives, lost in the shuffle. A blast rings out gunfire drowns the screams they awake the demon that bears the headsman's axe they cannot know the royal blood they spill his will becomes them feral dogs in search of blood I can't stop now I'm so close I need more time I can't die like this I'll break the prophecy I'll rape the progeny I'll smite the non-believers I'll wake the beast they think they know I'll live on within it I'll show them what I am I'll sleep until fruition comes I'll wait to rend their fucking flesh With my last breath is my only wish: that man may find another way, for with my death there is no escape anymore.