Behold, I was cast down from the Heavens to walk upon needles of a dead foot till the coming.
Sanctioned to a life with no life grabbing souls for the after.
Damned am I to wander night on night for retribution of sins committed.
Lonesome wanderer are I. No light save for light of thought.
Damned to a world where shadows make sheets of steel fashioned to a prison.
Walking have I for the thousands of years I foresaw Eden turned to dust beneath my foot
Hope and Dream became fabrication and Childs play.
For even the souls of the young I bring forth have become impure and tainted with hate and envy, greed and manipulation.
Behold, soon I shall be lonesome no longer, as day becomes night and my needled feet soon will rest.
In that very moment Messiah lifts the skirts of his blessed white robe and the foot that steps upon mortal coil shakes the earth and quakes the people.
The robe turns as black as the very death of the innocent I have taken before him.
To remove them from the shallow careless hands of a human race and thus, may justice reign down upon humanity.