Old dreams haunt me.
A home.
A loving wife.
Children.
That dream is dead.
I am dead.
There's no turning back.
I've entered the circle of death.
It's where I belong.
Im at war.
Im not fooling myself.
I know it's a war I will never win.
One maggot dies.
Another takes its place.
Nothing changes.
The day will come when I'll be too slow.
In the end, they will keep going.
And nothing will have changed.
But until that day.
I will punish.
