There will be an end to all things as sure as Night closes Day, while the spectre of death will haunt and the angel of death will slay, Every moment wasted is a greater death to face for the seconds that pass will never come again, no matter the words of or manner of the things you pray.
The plagues you hold close to your heart will wound you for the sins you act upon will not soothe or help you in the quest to learn the truth, there is no answer for your acts, no easy solutions to the pain, but these attacks, will surely drive you insane.
Death will come,
The plague doctor cannot stop it
Death will be here soon
You cannot pay its cost
"Death most resembles a prophet who is without honor in his own land or a poet who is a stranger among his people." Kahlil Gibran
