| Your voice, of all things, is what I thought of when I woke up today.
| For all your wrongs and all your rights, you have committed a terrible atrocity.
| I miss it; the warm seaside breeze, the tranquil meadows, the people…all of it.
| I watched the sun set on my tired city.
| I died that day.
| Lost my heart in the madness and gave my soul to the devil in the confusion.
| And now I see, not all heroes are good and not all demons are malicious.
| Your voice was the last thing I wanted to hear when I woke up today.
- VMSummit_239
