“Wretched is what they call me,
Wickedness lies deep within.
This foolish pride of one who’s died
Over and over again.
This creature that beats within me,
Giving me life anew,
Not only brings life, but death and strife,
And mocks me in the end.
In a despairing moment,
I do a drastic deed.
To end the divide and confusion inside,
I tear this creature free.
My body grows cold and weary
As I stare at my own beating heart.
To my dismay, the evil remains
And it seems the joke is on me.”