I beg you my friends do not idolize me for my courage stepping forward,
I can't remember my past, so it's no wonder the future I travel toward.
Think me not some patron saint, for I still lust out for sins I cannot afford,
and wish not to join me on my journey, for such hell has no reward.
Greed swallowed me whole, and in the beast's stomach I make my record,
To lay in decay and to rot putrid, to pray in a humanity restored,
I scream with booming voice, preaching as a epiphany of the lord.
"We are still yet born, tethered until severed from our vice strung umbilical cord.".