Let me see my dead brother. Take away all pain, tears for those above and the divine seated next to me. I want to see, I don't care what the shell looks like, the husk, the only person to ever protect me, no one else ever has, just him. I'm loyal. Rivers of tears and a blinding white light, I want to see. I don't care if it hurts me. Show me, I am obedient, I serve, I do as I am commanded, I ask for one thing, just one, this. This hurts me.
I'd kill this world if I could, why save it, stick a knife in it, why save people, they're ungrateful, they write the dead. Empty vessels, husks with nothing in them, no souls, black eyes, no one misses them. Millions of years, things aren't ok. It's not substance, so spare the sneers, the mockery, you don't know me. I don't question who lives or dies, but why couldn't it have been me? Why wasn't it me? It would have been so much better for everyone if it had been me.