I was a man before I lost it all
I ran and sang and danced,
The die, however, as I recall
Made of blood and bone, was cast.
The hate for them and theirs was great, a leper of the soul,
I grew to be a man of fear, of anger, of contempt.
So a device I made, to seal their fate, and precipitate my goal,
I bound them all to a scheme of time, not one of them exempt.
Corruptive in its touch, it made the flesh decay,
It made them weak, it made them prey,
to the illusion of control.
Seduced and beguiled, they gave themselves away ...