It. Poem by Zakhele Anigon

I brace myself with hopelessness
Out of tears my eyes have run

Forever and ever locked inside of me
And when I must, I cry blood

Beyond the end of space I'm living this
Thus there's no place for me to hide

Time's my master, bound to slavery
For upon my chains I have no reign

Thou shall not fret when flesh decays
For through the death I'll finally rise

Unbound and free from chains, in hope
This time around, my purest seeds will finally take

In every turn I'll do my best
Till not a piece is left to break

Lady Fate with charming mastery
Will ruin my plans a million times

For I've no hope to her to owe
I'll ask no favors of her, truly

And I believe it for I know it
And I know it for I believe

Icarian crafts I start again
I'll make the keys for all the levels

My slavery now me it serves
As I'm alone, free to use the time

For I am no one, still incomplete
Blindfolded I shall find the rest

Defying the laws of man and God
Yet again, I start from scratch until I pass this test