What is all the knowledge in the world
worth without a lick of loyalty?
My Faustus fate
Condemned by my own deceptions.
Necromancy of desires,
Bring back to life what never ought to be
thick blood pounding in my heart.
That I might love and be loved,
Gushing every drop of my bloodline—
And yet here in my arms: the face
that launched a thousand ships:
suckling about my navel—
I pray repent:
Not that I am sorry;
For indeed, I have lived well,
But rather I pray to god to protect me from what I deserve.