Cairn to Suicide - Mizmor

Met with the godless gospel

I reappeared in the wilderness

Relief and phantom pain emerged

And so began the begging

Without the underlying current

Of a mystic, guiding hand

Must I obey the call to live

Or can I give way and die?

Nearby I see homemade gallows

Hastily fashioned ushers of death

Created by those who came before

Unmade by their findings

I cannot commend escape

Even an enlightened one

Like faith it shies away from strife

And forfeits resolve

Both are tragic, groundless, leaps

That completely miss the mark

Desperate for the oasis

Succumbing to consoling lies