A millennia of madness, the darkness and decay ascends to the thrown where the dark from above would call it the darkness, that which could only be seen as light in our hearts. Whom from the dark clouds above would allow his lightning eyes to strike shame on our hearts when those eyes have become bloodied with so much death and destruction? The darkness breeds not pain, but the darkness on the ground speaks of the origin of all things of hope, of struggle, of the badness yes as spoken by men but more so of the life as spoken by the lives themselves. The one bathed in darkness is…