The race ignore me
            I sit here twisted, and it hurts me.
                      The Son is near
                    His way made for him
                      Among the hopes
                   Ten thousand suffering
                   Oh how my heart aches
           The brilliant stories cascade about me
                    To be handsome again
        Thou art all deformed, and I feel your pain
     What I touch with my hand, I touch with my heart.
                 The affection of stillness
               Kiss the hand that blesses me
                 And as the panting ceased
                  My blood runs now fierce
        This when I was young, before I knew nothing
  Now I'm the hunted, for the guilt that stains my hands