I have no Shepard that restores my soul.
My rage guides me through the paths of lividity and insanity, for my mind’s sake.
Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I fear no evil, for my evil reigns over the entire god damn valley.
Thy breath and thy thoughts comfort me.
I prepare a table for you in the presence of my dreams.
My mind’s been anointed with grandeur,
My cup overflows.