To have lived a life of Nails upon a shattered window's ledge,

to have cried the tears of Nature's grief to hear

Her bloody pledge,

to have heard the shrieks and laughter from a little child's throat,

to have read through ghostly eyes the veritable lies They wrote,

I have shown Man what He shall be, the futile attempts He will make at having the world, the short Term of Rights and Will that Leaders seem to see. I have given Him the tools He'll need in the survival as the Third creature, the Tools that formed the hands of his ancestors and His Mother. Preceded by the two that He has squandered, that is, the Lion and the Lamb, He will become too crippled by His strength to move forward, and will slip into the past that He had forgotten. He shall be humbled. And I shall move. I shall breathe and feel and taste the Blood of the New, and give You a handshake as We great You in Your wisdom of the New Century.