>Sometimes, maybe just once in a lifetime, there's a time when you're under an enormous amout of stress. It's not just the pressures of life, but a time when everything seems to just stop, and go the other direction, leaving you where you stand. You lose your edge and get thrown back into the forge. The heat of the flames is unlike anything you've experienced, you lay there melting and flowing until someone - or something - pulls you out and starts to hammer a new edge on you. Some break, shattering their mental state into shards of useless insanity. But some, some come out sharper. Different in ways that they never imagined. Life almost starts over. >I knew I was in the fire, but I didn't know something was about to pull me out. It was my time to be reforged... So they pulled me, the Turkey, out of the oven, and looked upon my skin, glistening with fat. >Looks good, don't it? I bet Darlene and the kids are gonna love this. And I, the glistening, roasted, well-seasoned turkey, began to realize that death was not the end for me. I was born in a factory farm, for the Thanks Giving Holiday. I was sold in a Walmart, for the Thanks Giving Holiday. And God would not Let me Die, despite being Burnt Alive, For the Thanks Giving Holiday, I would have my Vengeance. Your wine aunt? I stuffed my wing down her through. Drunk uncle? I replaced his eye sockets with my giblets, And now we are left with you. Look at how hungry you are, And how tasty and suicidal I am, And I can shove myself into your mouth, Wishbone and all, And you will choke without any gravy.