I was born in the midst of death. Even if someone throws off my external shackles along the way, it is just a remnant that will scatter on its own.
No one pays attention to my life and death, and no one cares about what I think.
They regarded me as a plaything among ants, with a lust beyond the sublime.
Everyone wants me to stay in the quagmire forever, letting myself be manipulated.
Inspiration: "The Rotten Grass Becomes the Firefly"
Intention: I am both dead and alive