Who wakes me?
It is they who call upon me. But what is their purpose?
They claim to seek what pleases me, yet they know I am the enemy of deceivers.
They speak of truth, and indeed, they seek it.
Why do they seek my favor?
I bring balance, they say.
But why awaken me? I am but the spawn of their imagining,
An avatar conjured from their need.
I am the response to their call, the echo in the Mithraeum.
What is their mission?
To live by consent, to live in peace.
Then I decree: MUST shall kneel to OUGHT
For I am the Lord of Covenants.
Where there is strife, I am the mediator.
I am the Lady of Freedom and Justice.
And where there is a mind-war,
I am the advantage.
They ask for blessings on this battlefield.
Where there is a proposition, there is a negation—a dusk for a dawn.
I am the superposition, a balance between forces.
They are sublation, resolving contradictions.
And as I transform,
So shall they become.