Dec 24, 2012
Ezekiel is the eye of the storm, The battle in its prime, Volatile and hanging in the balance—
Kain—he's the rebellion, He's the fire that rises and a heart that always beats true. He is bravery embodied.
As for me? What am I, but a lonely Omega who ran and hid? I see Death, and I am Death's foot soldier; I am a trickster, a coward.
But this prophecy remains the same: The fighter, the rebel, and the goblin Knowing of sorrow that comes and sorrow that passes, Will have made their marks in time's chain— And a storm will come.
