What beast amongst us thirsts of hurt?  
Swilling the killing of men and dirt,  

Its footsteps of pain through life are seen.  
Now old and rotten, though eyes still keen.  

Creation is followed by this spectre of death,  
we grow proud of all endeavours,  
yet on our neck  a foul breath!  

This gnarled and evil bitter beast
should long have been retired!

It cares not for these words, and never will,
it endures for it is required.