I refuse to be called a remainder
Back from a world that never was.
I despise the cold noble museums
And perfectly locked iron doors.
For the sake of the One who I doubt
Ever took any interest in me -
Those perfectly locked iron doors
Put us all back in captivity!
You persuade me to stay and to trust
That your only goal is memory,
But if you want living remembrance
Open that door
And please -
Set me free.