I couldn't feel it, that penetrating glare
That pierced my skin
And stopped at my own consciousness;
O, such a shame;

Bringing about the fall of Constantinople
With just a dagger;
Yet here I am,
A soul with a stick;

Bring me a peace for myself
And may my mind slaughter
Opposition from all sides,
Even those who seek to reconstruct;

Do they not see?
A justice to my being
In the form of nothingness
That changes me tenfold;

God fears me
But so does Lucifer;
I can stand taut in the face of a tyrant
And move even the most stoic of statues;

But if one can move anything,
How can he move thyself?