A new construct forms before the old one is complete. The new must live before the present sheds off the mortal coil. The darkness shines brightest before the dawn. Images of pain, suffering and a hideous sickly burning smell…
“What is that smell? Is it me?”
We must fight, but we give up easily and are distracted by half truths and a sense of invisibility. We never believe in ourselves. So we must be ruled over by another hand.
We must dominate or be controlled.