……You’ve studied that religious route, of which there’s been many scouts, our imagination has few droughts, but it leaves your enemies with no bruises, they only see you as a nuisance, your slave hood is translucent like the mark of Cain, from their historic blows to your ribs on your face they can still see the pain, laugh cause you try to turn it into some type of gain, ancient warlords see us and feel disdain, cause our trauma didn’t evolve us into Bane, suffering is all in our veins, so why haven’t it produced those necessary warlords again; but would that be waking up or going back to sleep, they don’t tell you the words father forgive them, for they know not what they do drew laughter, cause the Roman guards were the masters.