Nithhoggur

Oh, sweet faithful zealot of this bleak world. Let thy sword spill sins in the form of blood. You won't let the wroth of God go unheard. Let it spill out and cleanse the soul of mud. The stories you've heard are all to be proven true. Thirty pieces of silver hast brought me here to you. Succumb to the prowess of our lord most high. Thirty pieces of silver say it is time to die. Breaking the trinity that binds us all. Dost thou know the pain to reconcile? Your arrogance to him shall be your fall. Blackened hearts, like those of Salem, cease defile. The stories you've heard are all to be proven true. Thirty pieces of silver hast br

Relationships can be much like skipping rocks on a calm lake. Picking up a somewhat jagged grey rock, unique in its own way, yet on the ground with hundreds of others just like it,  but just perfect for the needs of getting it across the water in a graceful formation. Grasping it in their hands, planning and plotting exactly how he will toss it, Gracefully toss the rock out upon the placid golden lake. As the rock gracefully takes flight from hand, lightly it skims the water and takes flight once more. Yet the fall was not forgotten by the serene lake, it left distressed ripples on the face of the lake, echoing on for many miles. The rock des