So to explain

It all started in the piggy den

In the membrane of the new one

I woke from a trickle of slime

The new feeling comes again

In short, I wasn't surprised

My tummy ravished by the land

The King had pulled his gifts

And with them, a dilapidated homonculus

From a flower, a dorset, and a markinshire

Countless, unabashed

Flailing as new ones do

But its serene eyes smile

Smile from the reflection of my blade

I must do as the King orders

And frame them as a painter, his paintings

They are nothing but colors on a canvas to him

Dust and ash if I do not

The pressure and consequences otherworldly

To a man like me, it is duty

To a man like you, it is unjust and undeserved

Far from where you stand, my blade draws near

Lifeless as myself, borne witness to better

And again, through the reflection

I see the smile in the eyes of a man I don't recognize

From a flower, a dorset, and a markinshire

My pain is only temporary,

But consequence everlasting

The roaring of a new world as my blade tears through a naïve heart

So to explain,

I am real estate agent, Ron at Gulag