. in Times Like This Of Silence And Doubt as I Sit By A Windows Scorn. i Loath To See The Peregrine. the Source Of Which Why I Am Torn. for I Could Be Out There. Running And Not. why Aren't I? Fear Disgust? or Perhaps Its Something Else. something That I Distrust. theres No-one Else To Blame But Me. for The Fear That Strikes My Soul. my Only Wish Is To Have It Be. but I Who Has Control. .
Kult: +40
Kull: +15
Total: 55
Ratio: 2.67