The unceasing, rattling pain,
One which is grown by Cain.
A haze with brutal force,
A monster also known as Remorse.
Screaming from the deepest and the darkest,
Strong enough to send us to our casket.
It pulls down those without wings,
They who only reached for worldly things.
We search and search for rest,
Let the wise hear and put my words to the test:
Peace of mind is found in good will;
Saved for those who help others up the hill.