Forever frozen in this space in time. What god given right let's you take away mine? You're not my creator, nor are you my savior. So what the hell do you think causes all my anger?

You're no better than me, and I know that you'll remember. My name will be as cold as mid-December. You'll get frost bite on your breath, you'll see the beauty in your death, you'll fear the sunlight like I do, and see horror in finesse.