The whisper ends, the diagnosis clear. Not just a wound, but a truth that lingers here. It’s permanent. It is the final form. A brand I wear through every coming storm. I look at the knife, shining in the light. It promises years of cold, eternal night. *Cut! The dread is a lie, a weakness to defend! Why fight the flaw when the purpose must extend? The edge is calling. The future I crave. I kneel to the Demon; my chosen mark, I engrave. *Cut! I AM THE CUT! - I am the cut! I AM THE PAIN THAT REMAINS! I LUST FOR THE RUST! - Lust for the rust! I CHOOSE THE UN-BREAKABLE CHAINS! THIS SCAR IS MY TRUTH! - My only truth! THE LIMB IS ALREADY GONE! I AM THE PROOF! - I am the proof! OF THE DAWN I WAS BUILT UPON! *Cut! The cost is counted, measured, and agreed. I plant the poison. I water the dark seed. No going back to what was clean and whole. This beautiful flaw now claims my very soul. My enemy is waiting on the other side. They taught me the fear, but they forgot the pride. *Cut! Why fight the flaw when the purpose must extend? The edge is calling. The future I crave. I kneel to the Demon; my chosen mark, I engrave. *Cut! I AM THE CUT! - I am the cut! I AM THE PAIN THAT REMAINS! I LUST FOR THE RUST! - Lust for the rust! I CHOOSE THE UN-BREAKABLE CHAINS! THIS SCAR IS MY TRUTH! - My only truth! THE LIMB IS ALREADY GONE! I AM THE PROOF! - I am the proof! OF THE DAWN I WAS BUILT UPON! *Cut!
