We are not legion, we are few; this is our strength, we are I.
I refuse to conform, I shall not yield. I will question what is, to make way, for what could be. I will light the match, that starts the fire; a mental inferno of chaos, I am at peace. The flames of my passion, not a tool of destruction. The forest will burn; life is sewed anew. my mind is a weapon; honed and lethal. Never to kill, nor to maim. ignorance falters in my wake, and fears my my gaze. love me, hate me, fight me; i grow stronger, as you fade. My people I defend, without hesitation; I am neither their shepherd or their guardian; they are my strength. I am a paradox born of a contradiction, the grey is my cloak, you need not understand; if you can't, you never will, if you do, you are already, I.