I write with difficulty
In scrapings of soot
Mixed with blood
In the last year
Hope has quite
Departed from my breast
Terrible warnings
Noted in myself
My reason will not long remain unimpaired
I declare I am in the possession of my right mind.
Apokrypha - the inspiration
Of an endless power
Determine to erase
Straightens us out
One frenzied aspiration
Of the populace
Was for imitations
Questionable place
Virtues of antiquity
For sacrifices
Self - immolations
On the people’s altar
My reason will not long remain unimpaired
I declare I am in the possession of my right mind.
Apokrypha - the inspiration
Of an endless power
Determine to erase
Straightens us out