Feral path, I embody your direction.
Seize me like the plague.
Invade my blood and harness my heart.
Command my aimless mind.
I am your willing servant.
You are my blessed poison.
My hallowed monster and sanctified demon.
My unholy angel.
My corrupt guardian.
You are me.
I am the caged wolf.
The shrieking beast, howling at the moon.
I epitomize your desire, your craving.
I am your brutal thirst for pure agony.
I am the struggle.
The clash of continuance, of survival.
I am the vestige of pure instinct.
Pure force and pure intensity.
The most authentic of all senses.
A truly sincere version of yourself.
I am you who exists at the bottom of the soul.
I am you who fights for pure pleasure.
I am you who gratifies the sheer force of the conflict.
I am you who fights for only bloodshed.
The simplest truth is that I am you.
I am, for all purposes now known, pure instinct.
The beast that rides in your soul, the savage inner wolf.
As one you become the Shepard, guiding me like a blacksmith.
We forge the sword of pure will; pure determination.
Together, we create the form of free will and destiny.
Together, we are all, but one.