I am neither immortal, nor can I die.
I may be struck to the ground but I will not be defeated, for I thrive of a cold life unquenchable by man.
I bleed black, I ooze the slime of a thousand days.
I hold in me your deepest secrets and your worst nightmares. I keep the shadows off the ground and sunlight off my back.
I am neither good nor bad; I am the sin, not the sinner.
By night I pulse with anger, by day I mourn.
I am the past, present, and the future, for I will be remembered and not forgotten.
I am inhabited by the bleeders of the devil, evil is in me but is not me.
I am a maze of darkness in which you never return.
I am neither empty nor full, I am dwelled in and avoided.
I cannot be stopped.
I am the city, and I am alive.