Upon these dusty ruins I now stand,
Seeing all the death before me and pride in my hand,
I see I am not who I think,
And I feel my heart quickly sink,
I have been lied to, my life is a scandal!
It is true what I thought, the world too much too handle!
So with pain in my heart and dagger in fist,
The wind rushes past me, grace has quickly kissed
My piteous life, my Platonic existence!
I can not even take my life in this instance.
I have gone astray and love the world too much,
Despite all that I preach, this is my crutch.
I can not rise above it, I cannot sink beneath it.
I am stuck in this pit!
The walls are to slick, and the ground to firm,
So stuck I am, like the lowest of worms.
But, I ask, Is even the worm of the earth
Mean nothing at all, carry no worth?
Does not the scavengers of this ground
Find in all death new life to abound?
As they feast and they prey,
Day after day,
Destroy the bounds of death within
And cause that which is dead to revive again.
Cause that, which is rotten, to continue the cycle of life.
But they are the lowest of beings, how do they handle the strife.
Servants to the living and friend to the dead,
They carry the heaviest burden on their head.
So stuck in this pit, will obediently lift
The dead from their graves and life to them I will gift!
So now with this purpose, where to I go?
I am still stuck in this pit with chance of escape very low."