The strength of a childs' spirit, nourished with his fathers love and sempiternal compassion, shall overcome the darkness of malice-- imparted during the agony of subversion initiated with the sins of the mother. He shall awaken from illusion-- embracing the pillar of his heart he shall pass judgement upon himself and forgive his spirits' dismal rancor; ridding himself of guilt, melancholy, and regret. And with the dreamers sword he shall ravage his earthly thoughts, severing their bonds of wrought iron-- setting free the absolute chaos of his spirit to begin understanding the enigmas of man stemmed from the most fundamental of truths. "There is beauty in that which is the most foul; wickedness resides in that which pleases the naked eye-- There is no soul upon this earth whose eyes are open; they can not see my virtues or the glory of my strength."