Hung in the tree of life. Wounded. Bleeding. I fall from the hall of gods! The bond has been cut. I cannot stand, nor speak. I cannot crawl, nor think clearly. I start over again. And again. And again. The bond has been cut. The tree has fallen. The life of a god, returns. Again. There is no d**h for the honourable. There is no end for the honourable. Only eternal rebirth.