Cain

Gravitating towards what I know: falling for what I feel. Percieving the unknown, only to find myself without a home. Thristing for what I believe-stifled in disbelief. No listens to what I say, no one cares anyway. The mundane is to blame for the chaos we seek. Give thanks to Cain-maybe he'll hear our prayers, or maybe he'll kill us all as he did his kin.