Who am I? I am violence. I am dipped in dark and marinated in bad. I am head trama and G force. I am the last round in the chamber and a dislocated knee, I am a night terror mixed with a wet dream. I am a large case of PTSD smeared with elegance, I am aged with the heart of an infant. I pray to god and through me he commits sin. I am the residue in the needle and dust on the counter. I am the body in the lake and the pillow where you rest your head. I am dead asleep while coursing costic soda. I am the feeling of your first kiss, but carry the sent of the dead. I am here but I am there. I am clear but intermittently seen. I am numb but still I feel. I bleed so that the green grass can grow. I am that one.

Together we are, a powerful force, as one, mind, body and soul.
Let no evil enter, nor attempt to reduce us, because of the beliefs we hold
And with this strength, combined with our honor, we ward off pain and stress.
Technician I am, whole heartidely, in life and in death.