The eye in the sky sees everything that goes on here. The prophets know they cannot hide from its gaze, not even in the farthest corners of the universe.
There is no need to hide; for when we feel we have to, that’s when we know its the taint of guilt gnawing away at our soul… bleeding it dry.
I think my veins have run empty, I am a hollowed husk of a person who never was. There is nothing left behind; not even the ashes of my bones remain to show I once walked these halls.
The beast was here all along…