I am made of weaved fabrics from exotic lands. Fabrics that are originaly intended for domestic use in there home lands. I would have had them stolen, all those years ago. But in these days we must father our own crimes and I being a man of lies was in no place to argue. I still recall the sounds of thier laughter as i reach inside to tear loose everything she ever wanted just to throw it all away. Can I join your club now? Can i be accepted again to forever death in the arms of the liars that spawned me? Let me know captain. I am not without regret and in so doing have signed my own death warrant with god himself. Let there be rain. Just one more time. As for their pain? I am the source of it.

i have returned.