the suffering he feels must be immeasurable, for his arm has been stretched far beyond its sleeve, but not by his own will, but rather the will of the creator
truly a most tragic fate for one meant to live a simple, carefree life
those who comprehend his pain shall shed tears enough to fill the trenches of war scarring both the physical plane and the world of our mind's creation
indeed, this is a most lamentable tragedy of the modern time that shall cause many a man to fall to sorrow and repent for their desire to contain that which our kind is not meant to posses
but alas, this shall not halt progress, which rolls forth like a boulder and cannot be more than hindered in it's ever accelerating drop, at the end of which not one manner of man or woman shall be distinguishable from another, as we lay crushed by the weight of our own sins
sorrow, my brother, shall come for us all, for all know deep down that the oncoming cataclysm cannot be averted, for we have flown too close to the sun, and not even the goods are on our side any longer.
and so to the sea we will fall, and many of our kin shall drown in the complications of this world, for they know it is the kinder of the two fates before us all.
So repent, and pray that our creator accepts us into his great halls once this all comes to pass, and the dead are laying in pieces, scattered throughout great coffins of iron, metal which we once used to forge our supposed greatest weapons, and our flimsy defenses that fell to a single stroke of fate's shears across a multitude of strings tethering those cursed with a mortal life to this plane.
