Was your mummy’s tomb Despoiled? Was your sacred Burial plot robbed? We can all agree That mistakes were made. That’s why Pencils, erasers … You
Vision has become Tessellated by a mesh, Overlapping lines. Was it always this Way? Hard to tell. Yes/no. Binary logic. It goes or it does
I did not mean toHit you. You cried for help. IOffer you secrets, Forbidden knowledge.Take your hands off me. I knowYour children sleep. See My
When was it that IWas cracked? Unsimple Simon.The time when I chased Spectral ZazumeeThrough plate glass window, bloodyBrow, needed stitching? Or when I refusedTo go
Immortality without Morality would quickly Become living hell.
My wings scratch the skyWorthy and strong, kneel beforeMe, this is your death.