……Self image diminished from over inflation, lack of patience, over indulgences, incomplete challenges, allowing one’s self to be molded by outside alliances, that think they have the Midas touch, but with the slightest touch cause destruction, a master still looking for compliance in his branded beast, even though all silence has ceased, and his island of Dr. Moreau now even gives him the creeps, he try’s to spin off in his jeep, pressing the gas with both feet, but life won’t allow him to cheat for much longer, his one time beast has grown stronger, because of pressures imposed, his breath is longer. No longer can his captors negatively influence his mind, stop his self defenses with lies of the divine; only thing left to do, is set the timer on this bomb.