I wasn't born, created, nor made
I simply came to be
Does that break laws in physics?
Well, I guess that's just me
Matter cannot be created
Nor destroyed, as it goes
But I'm not matter, I don't matter
So say goodbye to prose
My story is a strange one
I won't hide that fact
But I fear not telling it
Would be against all tact
So listen clear and calmly
As I tell you of fate
And how she and I danced
On humanity's hate