Strewn into the world, plucked from the veil
An existence unconsented
A consciousness awoken, now pain can be hailed
A life that has unrelented
I irrevocable, cannot be undone
Suicide not a solvent, I will always have existed
From myself nowhere to run
Pain is all, lacking pleasure, happiness resisted
If prevention of pain is your sole desire,
On my philosophy you should inquire

This body is not mine,
Though I still see through it's eyes
An image in my mind,
But this likeness I do not find
Denial, rejection; typically a body's traits,
Somehow here in my soul, felt towards this flesh that frustrates
Upon a mirror I gaze,
I see a stranger's face
Am I a ghost that haunts here?
The previous Will erased?
Am I attached to a past,
That this body never had?

They call it Ladder Country
From whence a new Babel grew
Ascension to space so that the race might continue
The Ladder stands monumentous, to deliver up the sundry
Our planet's health declined and such this was our plan
The Cabinet's decision ultimately to save
The human race's extinction, perpretually delayed
We deliver starseeds as woman and as man