I am a victim of birth,
bound to this flesh
to suffer a life I don\'t care to live.
I see the enormity of the cosmos,
my insignificance in the face of the great wheel.
Mine is a worthless tale,
vestigial to humanity.
I enjoy no great attachment
to life or the living;
God made me so, after all.
So why stay
when I can embrace the peace of death.
This loathsome \"gift\" renders my mind
weary, worn, and ragged.
I crave the silent solitude of the grave,
where this burdensome mind of mine plagues me not.