This world is one of sadness.
So much sadness.
Battle brings death.
To see so much killing, so much
Death brings sorrow.
Sorrow brings battle again.
The living... may not hear them.
For they block the voices, the screams.
Their voices...
Cries! Shrieks! Shouts!
May fall upon closed ears.
* But I am neither deaf nor blind,
I see them.
*I hear them.

*YOU MUST UNDERSTAND!
AND Make no mistake!
The dead...
Are not silent!
For I know this, I have witnessed so
Much
Pain,
Fear,
Fury,
Joy,
Of...
The end,
The damnation,
Salvation,
Revelation,
All come
To one
Destined to die
I have seen
The shadow of death
And I fear not,
The end of
All the suffering
But I, myself,
Am sorry
Death is tragic, but life is miserable.

The madness, the burn, the need...
The desire
The crave.
For pain
Driving him
To Insanity
The
Fear of pain.
Until...
Screams,
Shrieks,
Not from him
But his enemy.
Away.
Near.
Beside
him.
Now a hunger grows
For the never
Ending,
Forever
Unsatisfying,
Crave to cause pain.
Is the new reason
For existence
The need, the want
The desire.
For
The
Pain.

AN ANCIENT WARRIOR,
A FORGOTTEN TIME,
A LOST HOME.
THE ENDER OF LIVES,
THOUSANDS OF SOULS
GIVEN TO CHARRION
BY HIM
BUT HE FEARS DEATH NOT,
FOR HE CONTROLS DEATH
THE ABILITY TO MAKE
THE GREATEST
CHOICE.
TO CHOOSE
BETWEEN
LIFE
AND
DEATH.
­ ONLY A
TRIGGER PULL
AWAY.
FOR NO
EMOTION
DRIVES HIM
TO THE BATTLEFIELD
BUT THE EMPTINESS
GIVEN BY THE PINK MIST
SYMBOLIZING THE DEATH
NEEDED FOR HIS SOUL.
THE SATISFACTION OF
ONE MORE HAS
MET
The End.

Driven into Battle
By the most basic
Emotion
The fear of perishing
Yet...
When he lays his eyes upon
The face of death
He laughs
Not a chuckle
Or giggle
No
A insane, diabolical
Laugh.
The enemy calls him spider,
Widower,
Freak.

Such fear
In those eyes
The eyes of his enemy
Fear that
Once occupied him, the
Single reason that drove him
Mad. Now...
Feeds his lunacy, his insanity, the need
To see fear in the enemy, the fear in their eyes
This reason, this covet
Not his fear but
Theirs.

Born in the dark ness,
Alone in the black.
Among the glitter of the night sky.
Father Moon
And
Mother Sun
Watched their
Child be born, but
His eyes
Were closed to
The world.
Then…
He opened them,
He saw the earth
But no blue,
Brown,
Green,
Nor White.
Occupied the surface
But a blaze,
A fire that raged
Like a sun.
The shell of our planet
Burned, as if a
Storm that knew no end.
Fire fell from the heavens
Searing into the soul,
The very essence
Of his being
The flames, the fire, the wrath, all
The Fury