The Wake of Utopia: Part 2The author of the second room is thought to be an android of an unknown U/L status. The writing dialect infers that this particular room was of a later date than the others in Wake. 2.Shattering the seal of jade He hid Himself in a dogwood saplingBlossoms marking His escape, His promise Of a death by blade.The vile Children of Utopia fought, forgotten Who they were, how they wereSlipping into selfish pleasure The One condemning His begotten.Utopia heard not the cries Of He that raised her embryoWho gave the very life she wastes Who loved His kin beyond her lies. Yea, the dogwood blossom never dies.Few held
The Wake of Utopia: Part 11.In days long gone past order's reign The first one thousand gave birth to pain And anguish fathered kindred souls Who looked to the sky with shattered smiles.A deity withheld what little verity would be lived by The tattered ones would much prefer to dieAs their minds were furtive-burrowed Their life, without evil, refined, repined.Speakest He with outstretched fury Hatred, sorrow, unforgiving,"Curs-ed by thine own accord The lives mine held hollowed (As they lived without living) Is granted three-fold their lustrous reward. Know my will, and know your pensionThat even such as thou couldst pay. 'Hold mine v