Walk my dismal path nPursue my much walked ways nTwo Hells I've found, nTwo deaths I'll die nMere fools choose to stay nnShut out the sky nIn this darkened room nAs I prepare myself for slumber nWhere the weary are at rest nnScraps of acrid marrow nDried and whitened spine nWasting of the limbs nAbbreviated death nnWalk my dismal path nPursue my much walked ways nTwo Hells I've found, nTwo deaths I'll die nMere fools choose to stay nnSuch a bitter satire nI'm content to rest alone nLeave me here and I will lie nComposed and undisturbed nnOh where can I find sorrow nTo relieve me of my grief nI've shut my eyes to God above nAnd walked my dismal way nnI've drunk the dregs of a wooden cup nI've trampled on His blood nI've smeared Him in my arrogance nI grieve I can't turn back nnWalk my dismal path nPursue my much walked ways nTwo Hells I've found, nTwo deaths I'll die nMere fools here remain