I will never be clean again.

My skin stained with the sins of my father, my eyes sunken ships.

I will forever cling to innocence lost and mourn myself with my shattered mind.

But when the mountain weeps and crumbles, she forms pathways.

She sends her tears to find better tomorrows and nourish the life that blooms around her.

I am the Mountain, herself.

My tears break rocks and alter the landscape around me.

My screams echo through the hollows of the hearts of man who dare take from me.

I… Well I… I am wreckage and rumble.