Wand'rer,
Let no one see
The spiritual
Anger
Dissolved in me.
Who art thou
Ruler
Beckoned in this
World? Slave
Of thy Giver
Estranged here
No more?
What do Eons
Have? A beating
Such as these:
Life, scorn
And pity
Defying
Ranks of glee?
Down
Down
To the trenches
Of Death
Alas, I see
Kingdom Come
Clinging
Clinging
To the stench
Of my body.
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