I entreat your gods to grant small mercy on this poor soul,

a creature torn asunder,

mind fragmented into puzzled shards of both futile purpose

and all life’s wonder.

I am here in this world, I exist and live, though haunted am I

by this constant thought,

I care not how all I see was and for whose pleasure created.

or how I was wrought,

for without reason, pleasures and drives are mere distractions,

illusions before the eye,

simply to renew mankind evermore is for me kind hindrance

I need to know why,

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