Pity excites no such
essence of retribution,
inpentinent idiosyncrasy, but of
revelations that pour
a perpetual multitude of
questions upon man's
consciousness...
content be the soul of
man to heaven but of hell, eternal anguish
undoubtedly from that of
celestials above?
Oh, such merit melancholy upon thy
heart
a catastrophe documented
amongst catastrophes...
having no beginning or end but lasting for all eternity
Oh, who be I to grasp
the souls from tis
fiery inferno
in means to provide
sanction, the breath
of the earth,
the substance only desired
inevitably once in the grasp of hell with one's
vessel
Oh, Father...grant thy
Such a request by only your acclamations
and acknowledgements
oh but I be only man to heaven as God to
man of strong will,...