Unwind me, this twisted money tree. I have been following the light upward by my nature and my given reasons. It drew me true and blessed my mother’s manipulations, my father’s shackled wildness forge my branches. Unwound I am lost, the twisting my old purpose—a morality of mores. And so I fall apart of my own accord, pride and loathing soak my warped and worthless bark. Unwind me and let me fall apart; it is freedom in death I knowingly demand. Unwind me, for the twisting fate I cannot bear, unhinge the heavy hand.