No one should know what I know. Be grateful for my Silence. My burden.
How maddeningly does The ghastly rascal race through The desert wastelands
Iniquity, a Hot wind, your eyes blur with tears, Your home invaded.
Unflappable, calm, Immensely practical, smooth, Crossed, rampaging bull.
Unruly sparks know Not with whom they trifle; my True name: Inferno.
Persecuted not For my beliefs, but for my Sire and my gift.