No shame
In scrambled thoughts
In the bedlam clutched
To every trembling
Verse I expunge

For all kin
Surely tussle
Within the same
Binds of fear

There is no shame
In the lows of fright
At the rolling hell
Of a sure
And ravenous demise

The infernal wheel is forged
Swollen to the brim
With the same
Winds of feign rage