O Self! so fragile when beheld at first sight, 

caressed and nurtured like a well seasoned meat, 

Fed goblets of blood to beat and live its rights, 

coached to believe its lineage, its creed..

Pumped wisdom to revive and filth to drain, 

waging the tyrants of dignity until the dignity remained, 

it sank and arose through crashing tides, 

O Self! in high and dry yet so contained...

It rode laden with a fleet of souls, 

some hailed hell others preached divine, 

shared both in harmony so dry and cold, 

like water with virtue and vice an ageing wine...

O Self! hold the crimson curtain, 

the world minus sorrow is here to stay, 

O Self! draw the crimson curtain, 

And dawn the day,Dawn the day!!!!