You’ve gone past the point of no return
A small match has grown the fire within as you crawl to the deepest point
Things are better now with your eyes closed
It makes no difference whether you pick life or death for you are in limbo
Why won’t you carry your dreams home and lock them away
Is there a language for the damned and the broken because you will now soon speak it
Don’t stumble because you must keep your stride
Your fall will not be broken
Things will never be as they seem
So without further inspection
May it be my pleasure
To take you the strike
– Julian Broadway
(part 10)