For the blind, he is light. For the hungry, he is bread. For the sick, he is the cure. For the lonely, he is company. For the sad, he is joy. For the prisoner, he is freedom. For the poor, he is treasure. For me, he is everything.
If Skrossi has a million fans, then I am one of them.
If Skrossi has ten fans, then I am one of them.
If Skrossi has only one fan then that is me.
If Skrossi has no fans, then that means I am no longer on earth.
If the world is against Skrossi, then I am against the world.