• While you broke down my munition, your gaze cast down like a mortician
    you're the one who shoved me into this condition, building hate and fear of my own intuition
    Walls upon walls of your own disease after all my time spent trying to appease
    protect your land filled with servants who were revealed as amputees;
    parts of you that you convinced were lost and grew into their own-
    dividing you into parts of stone and all so alone.
    You're now nothing but mossy rubble scattered across cold ground,
    giving me a tour around while planning to have me bound...