They hunt me like prey, and I run as if I am.
They lust for my throat, they hunger for my flesh.
They will make me one of hers', possessed, owned, enslaved.
This will happen, it is fated, it is destined.
But I will not be broken so easily.
For I still breath, I still fight.
I will not run, I will not accept the inevitable like some whimpering dog, I am not some insect to be trounced upon, a fly to swat or swine to slaughter. I am a Human, a soldier of the USCA, I was born for the sole purpose of killing and being killed.
I will become an instrument of our defiance, my hand will shed judgment on the the damned queen and her unholy brood, I will become the messiah of their destruction, the Harbinger of their heresies.
But I will be no angel of grace of goddess of wrath, I shall become Beelzebub, Lucifer, the dark one who lurks under the ground. I shall drag them down to hell with me, because this hell I shall call my own.
I will die, but it will not be today.