the change of change

I cannot take it anymore. Blind hate flashes across my eyes like it were flames. Is there no chance to change my inner feelings? All I want is peace to reign ten-fold across my lands. But the stink of that craven scum had to come forth once more. Just when my heart was turning from anger, it was turned back again. Now change is wandering through both rock and bone. There is no longer any chance for quarters to be given freely to the aggressor. Pain shall be inflicted. Suffering shall flow like the rapids. May it be known through the lands of the five founders.