He looked upon the world

And saw that it was still depraved

As him, though not like him

For him, as all, but closed

Like them, not him

Unaware

He was already caught within their cycle

With them

Outside

Depraved

Instinctive rebellion

Possessed by bestial despair

He fought this law

And broke the spell

So, this is why I built my empire

Fled from the truths unto which they conspire

In spirit born a stranger

A counterpart in mind

The seeker raised to bury

A freak among the blind

Encountered with mysteries

On his mission to reverse their ways

He sought a life among the dead

With refuge in an endless maze

Before the silence

This cannot be the purpose of my presence

What then is the call of my return?