...And I woke up in a blur and was tied up,   Hurt,   Adrenaline scorching inside,    As it raced through my veins   I was coughing up blood   The worst part was that I had no recollection whatsoever of what, or who brought me here   And why   But before I could make any sense of this situation, I heard it all loudly and clearly;   "I resent your vile existence!   I truly despise what I've designed and you're a major factor in that, kid."   I saw an elder man, or the reflection of my future self.   That's when it all came back to me;   The bar, the magnum, the shots of J.D...   Perdition's rhetorical theory:   "To give into everyday's decline, unscathed, that was just free will!"      "Your name is of no importance to me anymore,   This is how I perceive you and your kin; blood, tissues, tubes and fat.   A most simplistic schematic, grotesquely heightened by desires and wires.   Worship my pores, my sweat...   Palpable like my overgrowing distaste for mankind."      During his lecture, I abruptly spring free from my shackles and with fear as a weapon strangled all life out of the elder man.   The poignant scenario of a dying breed and its dilemmas.   The seed overcoming its fate, and overpowering its sovereign.   "Fuck the Scriptures; I'm questioning the question, through murder; it took me five seconds to climb Babel's Tower."