Keeper of all ills
What can I do to run away?
Can I ever run away from your prying eyes?
Tell me, what do your eyes not see?
Slipping, slippery, creeping down on me
When does your strength come?
Who has gone past your faux plenteousness?
Who has ever gotten to the acme?
Has there ever been any born of a woman?
My master! I salute thee
You’ve taken me beyond climax
I’m left with no strength of my own
I wish above all things that I could keep you
Frozen moments, take a pause
And watch my life all over
Enjoying the pains of the gory past
Even if I freeze you
How would I see the Golden Fleece?