Why aren't more people more afraid?
Too preoccupied to be dismayed?
Do they realize that they are doomed?
Sufficiently consumed, their salvation assumed.

Why this curse of decay and blight?
I curse the God who escapes my sight.
Hardship and travel, loneliness and battle,
Ill equipped, hopeless, I finally unravel.

No respect to be had as we meet our end
We all die alone, embarrassed, and never ascend.