In the emptiness of flesh, I became frozen
Unable to have ever in a moment find more
I am unchosen, with a prayer yet unspoken
My life was a mistake made by the perfect
A blood schmear on the finest white shroud
Aware of all that I'm not, and I'm not proud
Far from it, I am lost into the nothingness
Being cast into the dark abyss, never rising
Nothing remains of my first breath, living
Demanding from existence a baptizing
I'm the least, I remain an ugly stain
A day will come, when I will be free
No, this pain will never leave me
Upon my end I am redeemed
“We were promised sufferings. They were part of the program.
We were even told, 'Blessed are they that mourn,' and I accept it."
CS Lewis
