Kicking through a door

You are breathing slow as the night hides the damage of the damned. I slit the throat of a lion and awakened the den. I will not stop. No I am past that. A wolf who once was only a runt as lost his way in the violence of evil men. The flames of my fire will guide you home I promise. This display of loyalty is soaked in blood and hate. A series of lessons that caused me to build a forge. In this I found the war king begging for mercy as the birth of a god crawled in my veins. I no longer watch the moon. I stare into hell and claim its soul. I pray you never remember my bones breaking them. Ripping them apart like a grenade. The shrapnel painted the walls. Just take my hand and leave this vile void behind.

I am the protector forced into a realm of vicious decision making. Instigated into a pit of chaos and snakes. These rats were bled dry and I notice the reptiles need slaying. I wipe the pain from my face. Such a sorrow witnessing the decay of human nature. Engulfed in fear they can not seem to think for themselves. What the hell do we do here? I know I can not speak for you. I speak for the energy I adore and protect. I speak upon the damage done by wars lost. I speak of my power and how far it leads me. Do not fret. I must and I will ascend the decay.