So much time has passed 

What were my reasons?

What were my intentions?

For so long I dread my mind...very selective? 

Knowledge used to be such a blessing,

Very much that thought has not stayed 

Oh! such immoral deeds,

I take death by its needs,

Under the knife,

These corps do lie,

 I make life,

From that which passes by...?

Am I god by its own sake?

I created what i did...it lives it breathes

And unfortunatley...destroys

No control...some creator...

From evil I do begot...

A man of no spiritual thought

Looking up high...what goal have I accomplished?

From where my heart I once grew,

Where is the knowlege that I once knew, 

I changed in a way so disturbing,

Confinement...Verve...Fatality

I know not anymore...