You have been running from this for your entire life.
You cannot even begin to fathom the depth of the reality of your situation.
You wish that every soul on this planet would forget your past.
But no one has, have they?
You have been cast away by your own creations.
Nothing wishes to claim you as Master any more.
A puppeteer you were,
But your puppets had steel guitar stings
Embedded into your spine
That ricocheted fractal melodies off the concrete walls.
You were so caught up in the net of silken lies
Spun by your black widow ego that you
lost touch with the satellite ears of humanity.
You disowned your mistakes,
The countless children of constant experimentation.
And now you are not even human.
Because if our mistakes make us human,
And we try cover up our humanity with the makeup of the modern world,
We have nothing.
We become nothing.
Because without our humanity,
What can we have.