Steel Heart of the Soul Forge, Questions of Identity by Alphonse Elric

Alphonse Elric, was I ever real?

Figment of imagination, oh please no.

Number Sixty-six, a killer, a butcher

He said Alphonse never was, oh, hoh, hoh!

Implanted memory, bloodcrest soul alchemy

Pseudo-emotionality, false philanthropy

Artificial, synthetic, oh the humanity!

Better than the brother before me.

No proof before, no tangibility.

Did Edward program my idolatry?

Could I be the brother that never was?

Sitting here on the hospital roof

Irony, pure and simple, no body

To speak of, unhealable and untrue.