We are made of meat, raw flesh, biological purpose served
Restore unto me the joy of my salvation, so very unearned
I was the stain, a curse upon humanity that none deserve
Still, I am alive, despite the lost time, I refuse to simply die
Whatever it is you wish me to do, I refuse to bid you adieu
“If there is a stain on your clothes, that spot becomes the focal point
of your attention, making you unable to relax for the entire day.”
Shoukei Matsumoto
