A foul stench of fear overwhelms us all. Willingly 
marching this path unknown. We're left with the dull 
realization; we once sat high up on this broken throne. 
They came and left without a trace. Undeniable, yet so 
quick and prompt, like a ghost baring no face. A wretched 
disease injected within us, poisoning our souls and 
darkening our creation. Beneath these crowded streets 
lies the savage from our pasts, reborn into questionable 
beings of menacing expression. Coming forth to bestow our 
transition into this. Burn this city down. Too many 
sleepless hours wasted dwelling over what could have 
been. Knowing that someday we might just win. Determined 
to persist on forward, brother or none I'm here as a 
reminder. The time is now. Come alive, secure our demise 
in this. Wipe the slate clean from the lies of our 
distinct resurgence.