The deepest crevice of my soul
Has swallowed up a lasting pile
Of ungood deeds both new and old:
Both men and God doth I defile.
Should I dance the Faerie Dance
As I have done for years gone by
Or shall I have another chance
To right the wrong and live to try?
My mind, a tomb of death and decay;
It knows no peace nor gives a fight.
He leads my heart to go astray;
To live and breathe is to deny the Light.
Whatever path my life shall take
Will surely depend on his persuasion.
Hope is lost and for his sake
We are variables in his Grand Equation.
- MARK STEVEN CAFFEY