my name is finn (&, the end is not yet. )

these three essential truths i hold in my pockets clipped to my hips:
one this my gun: i am im permanent  (i never hear the word Escape)
two this my knife: i am non paramount (who commands demoniacs?)
three this my hands like claws, because everything faced with loss has fangs:
i am in corrigible, ir repressible (always roaming, always wrenching, always howling)
soul, then man, then earth, then world. my name is finn and the end is not yet.