Jan 26, 2019
A haven, yea. Yet it must fall ere we be saved.
Too frail a shell, and humans should not thrive. To stout a shell, and they would not die.
Slaughter and salvation! Two irreconcilable Focuses we bore.
Yet bound were we in a cocoon prison impervious to our power. And so we thank you, for granting us our longed-for birth.
We are the Abandoned One, born, but now to die.
Our name is Orphan. By our hand, the world shall know redemption.