I know of a place where all do approach
And a significant being who refused to boast
Humble he was in his own simple ways
Where none stood but himself, always

Ways of the Gods this fool had craved
Selfish and cold he submitted and waved

The heart once beating ceased to exist
And once more, another ceased to resist
Illustrious and thrashing their world was pictured
When the pure existence is pathetic and withered

The simple stench of hearts desire
Will draw you into a disgusting satire
You’ll laugh and frolic through lands of decay
And kill your friends who want you okay

This fool has turned himself to pitiful lice
He lives in a world of ecstasy and ice
Where nothing matters and all are dead
Alone he is in his sad little head

Surrounded by all he remains on his own
Starving himself with contortions and a moan

Like the rest,
He is a serial pest
Said or done nothing can be
With his awful hair and eternal despair, he will always shun me

The cane he holds and the walk he takes, himself I see in a knot
But rather he’s a vision of dying envy for the ones who fear not

Judgment has passed, he has surfaced
Himself he does assume
But I see through thee with dying envy
Of the person I once called you