Death's toll rings true
Every peal, a mark
Scored on your festering heart
Inconceivable, that all you are
Remains measured in blood
Estimated by screams
Daemonic, twisted things

How can a soul endure
Afflicted, with no cure
Tainted memories weaving
Ecstatic prayers revealing you
Defamed, defiled and kneeling

Lost, cast off these sins
O'er a bed of nails
Vainly collecting bones
Emend a threadbaren defense
Deny not, this commonsense.


Penned by my hand on the 25th of Ero, in the year 641 AF.