Rage Of The Beast: A New Origin.
Why?! Why?! Why do most of the dead know peace, while I shall never experience this eternal slumber... I long for the tranquility that eludes me, the peace that most others find in death. Meanwhile, perhaps as a divine prank, my creator, who breathed life into my wretched form, is granted sweet dreams and the warm embrace of a forgiving soul. For me, my creator has abandoned me within the desolate wasteland of sorrow's loneliness and guilt's poisonous nightmares. I am viewed as nothing more than a mistake to those unworthy of God's gifts, and yet... when my creator hears the horrid screams of the innocent as I crush their bones, she shall repent for her indulgence of sin... Now... Such untamable hunger poisons my soul as the unholy pale moon illuminates the forsaken woods of Hell. I suffered Many winter moons within them, forced to listen to the legions of tormented souls, their wails echoing through the barren trees. Forever being for mercy. However, like the beast within ...