PROLOGUE

These are the words of a failure
It's best to not read on
Nothing on these pages
Will leave your soul in awe

Every intention I have cashed
Has garnered only coal
Every move that I have made
Has only led me straight back home

I am the putrid existence
You curse beneath your breath
The loser that gives your conceit
A reason to raise it's head

If you were my kin, the blood within
Obligation would bind your love
But since you are a stranger
I'll refer you to the line above

These are the words of a failure
It's best to not read on