Observation
So it is written-
My greatest joy will be my token to play
For it is your turn to join the masquerade
Which masks will you choose?
And which will choose you?
The Mother? The Lover? The Savior on Crusade?
It will ask for your courage, your tongue, and your womb
Give it your brilliance, but never your bloom
Your fire, your rage
'Til the monsters come-
Then set it aflame
So it is written-
The beginning of our end
I must release you, my love
For the future is female
And I am the mother of a caged dove