I said it once before; you ignored it. I’ll say it now again: You cannot win. All you can do is kill. It’s not a fate I fear. Death’s shadow’s passed, and I’ve been buried in the ground. I long to find a grave again, to one day rest, but you, you still have much to fear, and uppermost of all, myself; something you cannot kill at all. Cut off my head, pull out my bowels, or plunge that knife into my heart, the spirit stays and builds it all again. You kill and kill, but never shall you win.
Indomitable
Tale Told 