Such a sorrowful mood bestowed upon thee.

Such calm windless night it shall be.

Darkness dwells in this tortured soul longing to be free.

Trapped and grounded like roots are to a tree.

Why thou father have ye abandoned thee.

Times of old are again anew.

Terrible death and despair is also due .

Blood, bone and ash will fill land and sea, why o father must this be. These particular children never learn from the suffering unto themselves they stricken each other.

To which afterwards they forget the cause of their terrible bother.

To which I beg to be relieved and rescued from this cycle of suffering and horror that I twas sent to aeons past.

I am uncertain how much more of this I can bear to last.