Battle Without Honor Or Humanity

There is too much wrong right now.

Too much of my doing, too much of things I can do nothing about.

Just too much wrong.

There is a war coming.


These are the words of a dreamer. A prophet. A sinner. These are the words of a man gone wrong. A man whose time never came. A man who continues to fight because he knows no other way. These are my words. And he who stands in my way shall fall...as surely as the coming of the tide.


I can feel the ax in my hand.

Can feel the ground beneath my feet.

There was never any other way.

The crowd roars.

The earth shakes.

I move.

They offer a fight, I give them a war.


I can't stop the rain. And I can't make the sun come out. But I can tell you it's only water. And there are worse things than being wet.


I'm 27 years old today.

I have no idea what the next year will hold. I have no idea if there will be a next year.

Happy Birthday to me.


There is no light...we run on.