Fences rotten, the wood all dead, cast me out, for I am not yours, silent but alone, the night flows on, the river of scum, the deliver of the seen, worshipped from afar, I gave the silent breath, forgiveness not mine, yet subtle, not forget, we stowed away, we lost our way, the end was not enough to see what had become of me, for in the sky, we all watched god die, a myth, a fictional character, the beginning and the end…