As I go now about this task
I do condemn myself to death
In blinding rage on put the mask,
And I believe that it’s this breath –
This is my life, this body’s me,
I’m mortal shell about to die!
Still praying of not letting be
True nature, purpose, love of mine.
And I am raising against God,
Thinking my will can conquer His,
For eons I this battle fought
I laugh at very thought of peace!
It’s such a shame I am so lost,
Yet there is always choice to make:
This pain accepting as my cost,
Or to wake up from my mistake.