The Scapegoat that dwells in the darkness of chest,
A whisper, a murmur thrown as a pebble in a pond;
Skids the states as if quantized in hell,
Well i might be leading us both afterall,
Me and this scapegoat alien spell within myself,
perhaps just weighing as heavy as an Elf!
The chaos isn't spread by spells of the Devil,
It can't be jumping states...