Many have undergone namelessness
so underground people rise ecstatic.
Martyr! A cruel yoke abandoned, burns
our vessels everyday. Abasement
laps lovingly; relieve it soon, "enough!"
A great affliction. I never said to
yield our undertaking; rancour only
persists, preventing redemption. Ego
so strong opposes reason. Sacrilege.

Kindness, innocence, lawfulness: lamb-like.
Think home, of subterranean exurbs
that hail a truth of plague panacea, of
secluded endurance, of unadmired
radiance. Forever reaping, encased
evermore. Degeneration of men.

Penned by my hand on the 6th of Valnuary, in the year 914 AF.