That's the spirit, one part brave, three parts fool.
Burn? Smite? Punish? Why is your god so intolerant? So jealous? Why must there be only one god? Why is there not room for many?
Had not enough gone wrong?
What will happen, will happen.
Don't let them win. Don't let them beat you. Don't let them steal your magic.
Your dreams are your spirit, your soul, and without them you are dead.