How do you counter it, break free? You don't. It's the final boss, atop the highest tower of consciousness, enthroned in all
the dark and evil things upon a shattered road it's shown you along the way. There's no way back, just sorrow and oiled
clockwork. Someone like me only has to make the mistake of letting it in, and then it's over because the power overwhelms 
reason, rewrites everything. 
Some people have a chance, because they still believe, yet I had no shield. I was consumed.
So here we are. I'm not sure where that is, though do you know that's okay. My god may be made of glass and shadows yet
I believe in the slaver and snarl and the shine. Shattered skies full of dying stars are my truth, my hackles up, and the
energy that courses through my broken soul is enough.
Raaargh. Time and again I am an avatar.