Today my spirit is simmering just below the surface of my skin, nearing it's breaking point I fear. A fear for anyone who disturbs this sleeping lion. My rebellion is built on the frustration from constantly being short changed. Feeling like I undeservingly always draw the short straw. But not today, and not anymore. I will come for anyone that pricks my already wounded heart and I will bring the armies of hell with me when I do. I plan to set fire to the souls of all the inglorious bastards that underestimate the fire that burns within me.