Walking amidst the riches, the silver and...
Gold, I wintered the smallest of, my shames
I have gained throught my poverty. The weight
Of a soul simply measured, in pockets and...
How cruel is the world. Measure not...
Your hearts, men of desire, killers of innocence.
I know, I see, the past.
Rejoice in the private kingdom of pleasure
And, laughter shall be the least of your fortunes.
I shall bare the unflinching views of hills
And mountains. In the valleys, of darkness.
My lamp will never, go dark. The price
Shall never be mentioned. The men, those
In stomach and minds, of enduring suffering
Shall protect the source. Unable to me,
Is the voice of inquiry, my ears shall shrink
And I, will not hear.