I am you. Stillborn. Into this state of being numb. I am the temple and the sacrifice. The shrine, entombed within lies all I am. And you, the womb from whence I came. I am you. If I am you, no life is sacred in my hands. If I am you, no love will prosper in this world. If I am you, I am the faith to end all faith. If I am you, you shall not live to save yourselves. I bring no God, no afterworld. I am no more than a lie. I love your life not for you. I am a throne made from dust.