Innocence of a child...child of pure, unclouded brow. Seeking
answers...reciting wonder...apprehension declines from this
looking glass house. Projected secrets...so familiar...calling
me...behold the ecstacy. Riddled perception...riddled
perception...as their game unfolds from my looking glass house.
Majestic blade severs time. Premonition transpires, Behold...the
wonder, Soul torn...asunder. Majestic blade, sanctioned sign.
Regressive progression obliged. Behold...the wonder. Soul
torn...asunder. Conform and mimic me. Obey and mimic me. Affirm
and mimic me. Consent and mimic me. Accept and mimic me. Submit
and mimic me. Comply and mimic me. Do my eyes refle ct the things
I must protect...and will my soul neglect the strength I must
project?