My spirit no longer fights, and I’ve let everything fall apart;
My rationality does not ignite, it has no maps left to chart;
This brig is sturdy and strong, it’s gates are tightly locked;
Despite monstrous crimes, the ship moved destiny, and docked;
Rejoice, ye citizens, and prepare, thou executioners!
For you have your “monster”, your gross and brutish beast!
But I, with my deformities, do not rage
I simply lament my home, from whence I was taken
Whose people are all now charred, and crisp