And I woke up, I woke up
In a blur and was
Tied up, hurt, tied up, hurt
Adrenaline scorching inside

As it raced through my veins
I was coughing up blood

The worst part was that I had
No recollection whatsoever

Of what
Or who brought me here?

And why? But before I could make
Any sense of this situation
I heard it all loudly and clearly;
I resent your vile existence!
Vile existence!

I truly despise what I've designed
You're a major factor in that, kid

I saw an elder man
Or the reflection of my future self
That's when it all came back to me;
The bar, the magnum, the shots of J.D
Perdition's rhetorical theory:

To I give into ever day's decline
Unscathed, that was just free will

"Your name is of no importance to me anymore
And this is how I perceive you and your kin;
Blood, tissues, tubes and fat
A most simplistic schematic
Grotesquely heightened by desires and wires
Worship my pores, my sweat
Palpable like my overgrowing distaste for mankind"

During his lecture, I abruptly spring free from my
Shackles, and, with fear as weapon, strangled
All life out of the elder man

The poignant scenario of a dying breed and its dilemmas
The seed overcoming its fate and overpowering its sovereign
"Fuck the scriptures; I'm questioning the question
Through murder; it took me five second to climb Babel's Tower"