I don't have time for the pain. God don't have time for me. Harden my heart and sharpen my tongue. If I speak at all, all of his angels will fall. From the heavens. But there is no heaven for the lone wolf. Be careful what you say to me. I don’t have time for the pain. A sickness that comes in waves. Nauseating. This loneliness. A cosmic joke someone once said. A joke I can't get out of my head. I've hardened my heart and sharpened my tongue. Such a bitter course for one so young. If I speak at all, should such an occasion arise. Warning to you it is unwise to engage me at all. For if I speak all the angels will fall. GLO ©