Oh! Blasted arrogance!
It falls to me to blame myself,
to take full consequences,
For too long I have been played,
An instrument being tested and performed upon,
I shall take up arms and let no man try to stop what shall come
What is mine shall be returned,
whether in this world or the next,
Gripped by a lust most foul,
my very bones ache for peace,
To be better than my worst,
to return myself to a better state,
My will be done,
my form takes rest,
but not so like a grave.