As I have come, nothing is resolved from our pact.
Controlled by the thoughts in our head, as the body remain intact,
Understand all you can, but realize nothing is fact.


For then who has come to know all that is,
Must be oblivious to us all in that he does not live,
Lest existence be that which it not gives.


The choice was made, and behold your self-inheritance.
Enjoy the ignorance, as your shelter reigns,
For it may be only you that have something to gain.

Penned by my hand on the 19th of Tenebrae, in the year 504 AD.