• You know the point of death
    Your sisters sacrificed knowing
    Without mention of the point of the cycle
    Your species the only who produce not one
    But many in your sacrifice.
    The price: death prolonged
    Suffering dragged out.
    As you deteriorate, your destiny bonds
    With your followers and surroundings
    A finishing, flashy blow ends not just your own.
    Whether those folowers were prosperous,
    Or whether They writhed in life,
    They all end in same and unison.
    Only to be replaced, one leader becoming more.
    You know the point of death
    You sacrifice knowing, without...



    ... knowing the point of the rebirth.