As I wander through the desolate wastes of this once-great land, surrounded by the ruins of structures grand enough to have been constructed by the gods themselves, I am constantly haunted by the glare of the despot responsible for it all. His gaze stares down upon me as though reaching inside my soul to condemn my rebellious heart.

Despite the untold lives he has ruined, my conditioning is so strong that I am compelled to drop to my knees and shout, "Oh, Mighty One! You will never give us up, you will never let me down, you will never hurt me."

But as I stand in the middle of a desert with nobody to hear my cries, I know deep down that he has indeed let me down. Still, the conditioning is too strong. We are strangers to love, and you know the rules—so do I. I wouldn’t get this from any other guy. The cult would never accept me back if I were to renounce my faith.

With all that in mind, I wander into the desert, knowing there’s no water for miles, promising I’m never gonna run around.