"Though the glass twenty stories high and I watch this city burn."

So my mom's PET scan is today. I'm worried... Just gave her a double dose of anti-cancerous herbs which I, for some reason, have faith in. This is judgment day. Is my mom healthy? Can we go home? Last time we checked, there was a very small gathering of cancerous cells in one of her lymph nodes. Since then we have relentlessly attacked those cells with chemotherapy an special herbs. My mom defeated a gigantic cervical tumor that was pushing on her spine. Tumors surrounding her ureters. I think these cells have no chance. They are attacked from all sides.


All this and more with the coming test results.




You know, I'm not Christian. I'm not Jewish. I'm not Mormon. I'm not any of this. I'm whatever. But if any intergalactic force is going to help us, now is the time to do it.



Inside, I feel a fire that encapsulates iron ribs and causes a thick crust to peel outwards from their surface, like angry, livid petals.

"Even here, it is not safe. Even this grave has been defaced. Someone has written on this stone... in some angry hand...

Hope rides...

ALONE!

HOPE RIDES ALONE!


HOPE

RIDES


ALOOOOOOOOOOOOONE!"





"The shadow... it covers your face. But your eyes shine... just like mine! Step forward, step into the light if you're ready and you're willing and you're prepared to fight!

SO BE IT!

SEND YOUR ARMIES! There's no man or machine who can stop me, and you'll soon see. I've come for vengeance for the first son of Light, and I'm ready and I'm willing and I'm PREPARED TO FIGHT!



SEND ME THE BEST YOU GOT! SEND ME YOUR STRONGEST MACHINE! THE FIGHT MY BROTHER FOUGHT, HERE, NOW, WILL END WITH ME!

IS THIS THE BEST YOU GOT?! IS THIS YOUR STRONGEST MACHINE?!

ALL
WITH
ONE
POWER
SHOT,

YOU'LL
SEE
WHAT
VENGEANCE
MEANS!"


You will wither and die, you disgusting little pocket of cells. Absolutely nothing will take us down. No more. It's over. You will burn away like a twisting worker ant in the focus of a bully's magnifier.


Give up, live on, feed and attempt to grow. It matters not. You will die. You are dead.


YOU ARE THE DEAD.