Lion was I, my Hands filled with necks of villains, Whelps before me kneeled. I … neglected to Honor my sons’ widow, my Crown and
One harvest morning young Rube toiled in the field. With his scythe he cleaved the stalks, and with his pitchfork gathered wheat, loading it into
Immortality without Morality would quickly Become living hell.
I devoted soMany years to erase myExistence from your Perception, and IAssiduously practiced my art.You could look right at Me, and not see me.I reveled
Someone must have peeled My skin off. Everything is Magnified ten fold.
They told me I was No better than anyone Else, but they were wrong