you struggle from brith against death’s embrace
you toil the earth, fallen from grace

you carry a burden you did not begin
you’re an outcast of eden, condemed by first sin

you prod along within this mortal shell
you tow the line, lest you be cast into hell

you are promised a mansion, if you only endure
you are granted a pardon, if you only stay pure

you are a victim of Moirae, that tightens your yoke
you fail to see humour in this grand cosmic joke

you travel with an onus, though you do not travel alone
you may stumble and fall, but I will help carry you on