To mankind:

And as I burned my stony crib and walked the broken door, I
felt the smell of human souls, trapped inside prisons of
flesh. In some I felt rotten thoughts, agonizing memories,
clouds of despair, pools of doubt. I knew they wouldn't last
long and soon collapse, shatter. Then I took of from here, I
don't like it here.
May they boil in their own misery.

i am the bad



TO MANKIND:

AND AS I TORN MY SILK CRIB AND WALKED DOWN THE HALL, I SAW
HUMAN SOULS BENEATH, BUSY IN THEIR ENDLESS DUTY TOWARDS THE
UNIVERSE. IN THE BOOKS OF THEIR MINDS I READ EVERLASTING
LOVE,SURVIVING
FREINDSHIP, RESPECT, RITES OF WISDOM, SEAS OF HOPE
.THEN I KNEW THERE IS STIL GOOD LEFT IN THE HEART OF MAN. I
CAME DOWN TO HELP THEM WITH THEIR TROUBLES, AND IN THE QUEST
TO FULFIL THEIR DREAMS.