wind how two faced draped on a saints robe while holding a samurai sword beheading unsuspecting fishes. you calm and then destroy, your smile is never genuine. still man, earthling man with the widest smile runs forward prepares the best room to welcome you, welcome you the big bad wolf inside the sheeps den. man does not care nor does he want to know that he might kick the bucket after feeling your nourishing yet poisonous prescence and end up six feet deep in a world of eternal darkness. he becomes a trophy unable to move.