Mention my plight that I've got to aim
Arrive in the overture of this unuttered phobia
Rest this weary heart from going afar
Ignite this fire and induce my stimuli
Arouse from its slumber this odd melodrama
Complexity in adoration; like the Joan of Arc
Archly take a piece of my memory in absentia
Resurrect the death of good favor
Mortify itself from its dreaded qualm
Engulf my mind to make a pledge
Lethargic it may sound but I am not ill
Abide in the will of omniscient anathema
Silence preludes unnerved amends
Inspire this hymn from an unequalled modei
Bend my arrogance from mirth to sob
Alleviate its core with ease of pinna
Learn to recent all things and be mindful
Achieve in the end the wish of my pneuma.
