it came to me in a dream, androgynous without out a care. Some sort of devilish being or an angel in despair. It quoted to me scripture though i knew not what it sought. It told me of myself and that in cains shadow i was caught. It told me to stop pretending, to stop holding on to this humanity and demanded of me to embrace what i was. It took me apart and showed me my heart and flipped the switch that tore me apart. I was the scales bent back and forth my sign could be so out of sorts and with that switch on i could no longer hold on and i slipped back into this course. My blood boiled my senses away the heat emanating like the sun. The heat poured into my hands making the air crackle with its touch. Then this being it spoke to me and called me by my true name, charged with the task to break the glass flesh of those within my domain. It crowned me the harbinger, the consumer from within. It told me to brand myself with devil upon sleeve upon card that was both above and below in this game. I was to carry this weight to do bidding for the sinister hand, because left and right come as a pair and so i was chosen to be of this clan. My way is of the corrupt, of the mindless butcher, of the cutthroats skill and still the other side of me resists against this ill. But i can not deny my talents when what i touch turns to ash, and i can not deny this hunger which seems to run me pour black oil into this engine of mass... destruction so that why my construction that was my function that is my charge, and all my sensibility and humanity sailed away upon a barge, that i keep hidden still to this day, in some small corner of my heart hopping this responsibility will go away.

my true name is the tower, the ten of swords, the son of cain.