Durational Lords, your time is drawn, now bleed the sting of fear again. [bad word] with veil to persist. Tradition insists a fleeting prevail. Meet me by nature, then fall by the same. Death will know your name.

I am the obligation of creation, as such undistinguished. All creatures must bare witness to cause, my undefined pretense imposed to effect. [bad word] the way of things enough to know that this must be.