Rake at the gates of hell 2
Regrets aren't worth a bugger. I dunno...I've plenty of regrets...and I'm beginning to think he's right. What good are they now? All the fear and misery and sadness and angst I've felt for what I've done over the years...it ends tonight, and those things can never change that.
About three hours left, now. Enough time to come here...I'm here because there's something I want to say to some people. Maybe they'll hear me. Maybe they won't.
I want you to know it was always about you. Not the magic or the demons or anything. YOU.
Your power's just like magic, 'cause it doesn't exist unless enough people believe in it. In a way that's what I've been fighting all these years.
Just belief.
All I ever wanted was for the world to be free of your kind, whether you were here in parliament, or in senate or junta or hell or heaven. Maybe that's pointless, then. Maybe the people are too small and scared to be free. Maybe they want you there, shitting all over them.
But like a salesman who's only too eager to sew up his market and stitch up his customers, you're happy enough to exploit that.
Aw, sod it. Sod you. For whatever it's worth, you were always the enemy. So you can listen to what I have to say.
Matt was right.
I'm not ashamed.
I'm not ashamed.
Rake at the gates of hell 2
Regrets aren't worth a bugger. I dunno...I've plenty of regrets...and I'm beginning to think he's right. What good are they now? All the fear and misery and sadness and angst I've felt for what I've done over the years...it ends tonight, and those things can never change that.
About three hours left, now. Enough time to come here...I'm here because there's something I want to say to some people. Maybe they'll hear me. Maybe they won't.
I want you to know it was always about you. Not the magic or the demons or anything. YOU.
Your power's just like magic, 'cause it doesn't exist unless enough people believe in it. In a way that's what I've been fighting all these years.
Just belief.
All I ever wanted was for the world to be free of your kind, whether you were here in parliament, or in senate or junta or hell or heaven. Maybe that's pointless, then. Maybe the people are too small and scared to be free. Maybe they want you there, shitting all over them.
But like a salesman who's only too eager to sew up his market and stitch up his customers, you're happy enough to exploit that.
Aw, sod it. Sod you. For whatever it's worth, you were always the enemy. So you can listen to what I have to say.
Matt was right.
I'm not ashamed.
I'm not ashamed.