To Betray the World

Each here we do lie,

In the twisting suspension

That falls between worlds.

The vortex we make,

With the dirt, wind, rain, and fire,

Is all that transpires

Way down on the ground.

Down there, you scuttle and twist;

Writhe in what we gave.

But, know that up here,

We watch; wait, judge, and govern.

We know what you stole.