I got shot down today .
i got shot from the back .
guess who .
Me .
is it that i radically find what is utmost important to me ?
that my dreams and passions could be felt running through my veins ever so readily .
as all it ever flows is back into my wounded thumping heart .
there is nothing in life that can pacify the thought of fear , of your very self .
if we were to do the things we are capable of , we would astound ourselves .
Those words enter my head .
It rings like a church bell over Notre Dame's Gothic Cathedral .
It rung , over and over again , as if it broke .
and yet , the very heart of de belle keeps its whispers in hurt ,
Dont try to fix me ,
Im not broken .
Hate , may it be the heart of my strength .
It is I , who is able to stare fear in its eye .
Roar , let it know , that it can take our lives ,
but they can never take my Freedom .
awaken de darkness within .
shed light upon it .
and the bells may ring .
all it takes , is an assassin's creed .
Awaken . My old friend .
Its time to bring down the house .
