And when they asked me “Are you ready?”
I truly was
And when they changed the shape upon me
I could follow it forever without pause
This thing has existed
Without name before
Uncountable sources outward
Lessen its purpose
And you can sense its presence
Without it making a sound
I can only summon its offenses
When I am not myself
I can only seethe from it
The last drops of what went wrong