I was exiled once
And shattered into pieces
Dispersed about the universe
Each fragment morphing into soul

Compressed within the tissue
Nursing in the stream of blood
Sucking on the juice of life
And waiting for the moment to awake

For some integral element
For others parasitic strain
Transfecting every cell and mind
No matter what I thrive
Concealed within the shell of human kind

From dawn till dusk of human life
Forever fading and proliferating
I die in flesh that melts away like wax
Discharged with pus I flow

Exposed to perils of liquidity of life
I am your only solid core
Chaos within

Discharged with pus I flow
To feed the worms
Then briefly disappear
Only to be born again
A flower on the tomb

I travel through the realms of time
Musing at your self-inflicted pain
And savor my supremacy in your trival game
Where people are merely used as paws
I play on the stage of my desires
Until the time when all my bits rejoin

And I will come alive
...And order is just for