An Observation made within Sam Spratt's "IX. The Monument Game" - Blind watchmen leeched my awe and wonder dreams erased by dogmas embrace Exacting rigid rules scar my soul discipline or damnation

Paths unchosen, under hegemonic hold career, success, control, all vanity Memetic crisis shatters my paradigm illusion gone with a single bitter pill

No scapegoats, no rage, nor blame Only surrender, acceptance breaking through I see and am seen. Touching, touched, competitors no more

No more games, no champions Only friendship and love Acceptance reigns, reified in a skull