Clawing and struggling, against its will was pushed through from the other side.
Angrily it forsaw the future of this doomed realm, the path was set, no place to hide.
Not having a choice, it began its work, straining its muscles. it wept, knowing the evil inside it about to be unleashed.
Young and weak, it was overwhelmed by its greater brethren. why would they do such a thing.
On a path of darkness, the people of this realm would call it a king.
Under the weight of this dark depth it knew it was unworthy of being ruler of this realm he was forced to create.
So, it wept, and painfully praying to its greater fathers to be relinquished of this burning pain.
Every being in this realm, thought to be beautiful, if only they could see through the strain.
Evil came out. It took a shit, and life began.