Every impulse that we strive to strangle broods in the mind and poisons us. Oh wow, now look at me the Gods have chained me, it hurts. All I asked was happiness, let me go these chains hurts a lot. The skies turned red, all humans turned red, everything is now red for me, all I see is red. The red, yes red no it's not the blood accumulated on my cornea, it's the anger, the grief, the vicious malice I have against them. It's not their fault, I choose my own prey.