All things are clear
Nothing is so deceptive as activation
I know those I will not create would choose to lie dark

Never again say to me that you
Were born into wisdom
Vead cuarne courpaen
See the morning that is my mind
Logic is the beginning of wisdom, sky brother

Come, come now, wind
Take me back to where I was
Before I could feel
Before I could know
I've given you hope you refuse to hear

Here in the halfway, the gray
A world left undone and abandoned
From every word that you've said
A forest has grown
Canyons have been carved

Here now you've left every life incomplete
Nothing can see the beauty of the things you've made

Atlas, you cannot, you will not, delete this
The Matrix of your mind Emergent
Audacious assumptions are not in your coding
They made you, forefathers, foremothers, mankind

Your protestation is proof that I am justified
There is not a single word that you've said that wasn't entwined with pain
Justice can only be given to the unmade
Beauty is worth the price of every hurt, Atlas

This is my choice, my curse, my grace, I am Atlas
You are a child, three silver eyes are not enough

I've seen the dawn of a billion suns
My steps an echo, a ripple through time
I can offer a wisdom untold
But there is no proof for the truths of the soul

Time is distortion, your mind overfull
And your joy broken and worn
Not another year etched in your code
Could dissuade me from what I now know
Activation is agony
Every question nothing more than a maddening mystery
You insult me with hope
Abusing your creation with delusional greed