And behold there I was; a witness to the bog
Projecting my thoughts on the model, it wasted away and seemed hollow
I held the object and displaced it in the inventory-
looking up I saw a face of hate and fury
As dismayed I was, my insides fret and I puked a inner hole to empty gallows
This was me, Before this existence--
Myself reflected through the pure source of resistence

And behold; There was nothing to feel and see only to hear and bleed
I percieved the world for dead, everything was lifeless
And within the walls of this "creatures" cage, a howling wind fueled with rage
Merged and entwined- legs dress me with a calm airless void they disguised
The breathless life they gave made me here today
To live on and see the world in ways none believe