Magenta. Ha! What a swiftblink.
Merely an object
You are. I will undo you.

Red. It appears to have
The arrows from within,
That are similar to ours.

M. Sacrilegious.

R. So was the cross we see
Before he the inverter,
Who set his time as the axis
And rendered himself eterenal.

M. I see, my heart, a sign of overcoming.
A man died here and tore the box,
Along with his drawings of selfshooting.
And in the last selfemission, the whole world
Will tremble and be desolated for their sins.

Still this box delects me not.
Its edges will strike through anyone
Who misunderstand then mistreat it.

R. I will take care of it.

M. With she the other representation?
I have not forgot it, as you may see
I remember what to be remembered,
Contrary to how I pretend otherwise.

R. You can believe me, I have them locked
Within me, along with your wounds forgotten
And the love you'll never forget.