A murderous melody rings now here,
Acurséd cacophony shouts now out
My mind begins its saddened bout
Stressing all little things there are to fear,
As this opening gape comes now but near,
The voices within me only loud shout,
As if they stood upon the Sinai Mount,
And the cliffs upon which I stand, so sheer.
I cannot hate it, this I know, ‘tis me
Yet all of me be, it surely cannot
Accept, adapt, and improve I now must,
Life shall move on no matter what I wrought,
A dry well this world does not, cannot be,
Shall, will, continue forth, no matter the dust.