doubtless that I could once maintain thoughts, Seamless that i could have thrown them away, endless am I in eternal regreat Boistrous am I in my seething attempts

Artless Is the crafter of these words, his mindless complications above him, no mercy will it be he shall revive, and only his ignorance he will derive

It is without consequence the world acts on this boy, no karmic police that will endure, only loathing will he receive, only ant mounds will he conquer.

No needle in his arm, no subject to his vein, empty being passes on, no stimulus to his brain, no motive will he thrive on, no victory will he claim, no boundries he will pass by, for he was overcame.

enter to the meatlocker it is a well of souls, hang not only carcasses, but place their owners in the cold, lock spirits in the frost, encase them as they fold, end them in this chamber, snuff out each and every ember.