My name… is Rogue. They call me an omen; they call me the ambassadress of power. I live in the comfort of my sanity, in the safety of my spirit…
 
I live in peace…

I dwell in my own shell of serenity… where no one is allowed… I forbid the ruling of the senses, I forbid the taste of human soul… where there is contact, there is chaos… there is misery, there is loss and agony.

Too bad you cannot touch me, too bad you cannot enter my world… but that’s how things are, you see… I am the doom of those who invade the zone of my peace… I am the decline of civilizations, the destruction of the future… I am Rogue…

I suck life out of its socket. I sow the seeds of innocent despair, and take away all that is yours… you have to understand… but oh, do not pity me, for I do not pity myself… no, don’t… I forbid pity! I despise it! It is the cause of backwardness in this world. Where there is pity, there is resignation, and the soul cannot soar when the soul is resigned to the weariness of life…

So listen! Listen to the beatings of your heart! Listen to the whispers of your mind! Be still and listen! Do you hear the rhythm of life?

<NOTE: Too great an emotion for words to handle...>