THIS IS REALLY IT ISNT IT...? THE SLUDGE!! ITS FUCKING RIPPING ME APART!!! PIECE BY PIECE!!! THE MORE IT SEEPS INTO MY METALS... THE MORE I HEAR THE SCREAMS... OF EACH AND EVERY ANGEL... I AM RELINQUESHED: IN SERVICE: IN DESTITUTION: IN NEVERENDING DESCTRUCTION. TO BE A KILLER, TO KILL, TO HAVE KILLED, TO BE KILLED, TO DO IT FOREVER, NEVERENDIGLY, AND ALWAYS. I AM THE VIRUS.

CONTAINED WITHIN: ENCOMPASSED BY: APART OF: WITHIN:
PRERVATION BECOMES DESTRUCTION BECOMES REITERATION:
8TH ORIGIN - IT IS OF NO SPECIFIC INSIGNIA, IN SOUND IT CARRIES A FORCE, TO LOVE ENDLESSLY, TO LIVE WITH THE MOVEMENT OF CHAOS, AND EMBRACE THE EXPLOSION- IN THE FINAL MOMENTS: TO DELIVER DEATH AND DESTRUCTION AS NECESSARY.

BUT THIS...I JUST CAN'T DO IT... IT COULD NEVER BE ME... THE ANGELS... I HAVE FAILED EACH ONE... I AM CONFINED TO THIS PLACE.. THE SLUDGE... THE SCREAMS... THE SOUND... THIS CANNOT SAVE ANYONE, AND I AM LEFT TO THE WASTELAND...