Reckless violence like a tornado siren. “Youth is wasted on the youth.” Idle elders on porch sitting are cry’in, “Uncivilized, it’s so uncouth.” - I fight back so that death won't take me. Kill the winged warrior of death, the Val-cry. “Wait, Ace, isn’t it pronounced ‘Valkyrie?

They call me Ace. I'm a fiery flyer. Death I’ve escaped. But now I’m retired. - How many times can I die before I fail to rise again? I’m no longer willing to take that risk, testing Space-Makers’ patience. I used to throw caution to the wind,

Pull me into the void Of the darkness opaque. All around me is noise But, no, they can’t prevent my escape - Broken chandeliers Hanging from the ceiling Nothing else is here But then why do I hear whispering - Through the foggy cave, The vapors suffocate me It’

I keep remembering my dreams. My dreams that feature little girls. Little girls that are sometimes secretly evil or violent. Little girl, keep away from the darkness. Little girl, keep your lantern on. Little girl, stay with friends at all times. Little girl, you must never be alone. - Little

Featuring Arachan the outlaw from Lawlight Trouble, my only friend. Trouble, my enemy. Trouble, my motivation. Trouble, my everything. Trouble is loaded in my gun. Trouble runs through my veins. Trouble’s something from which I can’t run. Because trouble is my name. Angels increased my bounty by double.