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