Endofunctor - The Buttress

End approaching

Death grows close

For final statements, I’ll stay bold, like —

«Ho there, who goes?»

No man

I’m so protozoan, monad

Post-Spinoza, I’m so mad

My endofunction maps back to myself

Wellness swells

Only I am holy

Only I am hell

I exist relative to myself

In my temple where I dwell

Breathing back in what I expel, like —

«Ooh, ahh»

I talk to God

What I got inspire awe

With utmost power, austere candor

With my speech commanding cancer —

«Split cell»

We are siamese if you please

We are siamese if you don’t please

Like camel to lion to child, vestige

Come like a tempest, gone with the breeze

In my temple all is well

Only I am holy

Only I am hell

Endofunctor, everything I love maps back into myself

Go above to go under

Now I’ve become myself

My function creates structure and dysfunction

It gives birth and brings destruction

Sun will rise before eruption

Nemesis, exist against myself

Only I am holy

Only I am hell

I exist relative to myself

Only I am holy

Only I am hell

Only I am holy

Only I am hell