We have an opportunity, one such as this to excel in a purpose that no other creature may attempt
Do not falter at the last gap, do not squander over petty differences and destroy for the sake of self-gratification
Such a waste is not worth the blood and tears, only to gain confidence that the dead have failed
For it is not in death that we fail
In life, children are burned, bridges destroyed, lives lost over senseless squabbles
It is in death we realize our failures, and misdeeds to others
In death we realize the truth
That only in life may we fail
We have an opportunity, one such as this to destroy the existence of creation, so that others may dwell in doubt
The lives of the masses are spent concerned over greed and not need, we in return have become wicked and cruel
Barriers built to hide behind, and feel as though the world is small, feasible, and yielding
Though life spent on preying on the fear and desperation is a life indeed, this is not worthy of praise
In life heroes are erected, monuments dedicated to the lives lost over senseless squabbles only so that they may end
It is in death we are mourned by those we loved, and though the pain is high, the love shared is only more meaningful
The price yet high does not diminish the sacrifice paid to the boatman
For only in life may we succeed
