And as i slept, and as i grew, something stirred, both root and sinew. I cannot, nor can i starve. A face on the great tree did i carve. It spoke to me, it whispered things. It demands more life, demands more rings.
And i saw, from eyes that were not mine. And i felt, with a fear i could not reason. They watch us, they invade us. And keep us happy, commiting treason. To a King we didn’t deserve. To a Son that waits weeping. That i knew, from Knowledge gained while sleeping.