From the depths of darkness swells the screams compressed in time
agonising in silence fearing disclosure by dawns adjudicating glare
So many voices speaking sweet lies in tapered tongues and boasting of deeds yet unseen
I’m gasping in breath that does not ebb while demons doth hold my reason captive
Fate, what is thy name that claims stock and spirit refusing the slightest of mercy?
Surely there stand counsel to argue my cause in this desperate hour
and Divine to mitigate this tormented season
No more, I say! This soul longs free!