§4

And now in tranquil fortitude
The shifting sands of time

I was sick with fever
Hand on the hymns
Expiring
Ashen eyes in delirium
Soliloquy in suspirium
No

A lock on the sanctum
One of the cursed, forever in debt

Daughter, my unfortunate son
I bequeath you verity

Twins, usurping strands of flesh
You are not mine

Poison loins of mother
Cursed my vigorous seed

Longing for a child
My love for her
Birthed a controversial plan

Her eye on him
One so ordinary, soon in nameless grave
The bane of my existencе
Sordid flesh communion
Gold in mouth, he impregnatеs

Swallowed my shame
Like a man of affairs
Lineage and name
Still fast in my prayers