Oh, festering boils pussing with
Flesh and blood and bone,
Strewn about from senseless bouts
The blackened heart has grown.
Crying blood red tears that feel of
Ice and cold and snow,
Trailing down to battle grounds
My feet now hold and know.
Tempting heartfelt man with hate of
Work and sweat and tire.
I bid adieu my passions through
This moment I lack desire.
Moving on in vain Is sure to
Bring and give a test,
That soon succumbs to more grief from
This crying angel's nest.