My Squalid Journey To a Certain Paradise

So morose and so lonely my sordid path is lost in all this colossal wreck a beauty spot in all this, that which mar the facet of earth so destitute the walks of my path, with footsteps traced back by the lingering stench of ancient fossils and putrid flesh, the essence of life spelt from wars fought for the affairs of the heart for love and hate yet still the sound of tramping dost my life compose for since this world I first eyed with wariness and upon my knees i preyed upon my foes, crawling and stalking the shadows away from this world that saw the babe's innocents as something to impugn stalked away from the eyes of the whole tumult for no such rancorous ways ever beget acquiescence nor do I seek merit in the eyes of scorn let alone A life in the wombs of demise.