Sweet-And-Sour Melody

Complications arise dear friends, and I surmount, now with pioneering spirit, spilling, and grappling to recount: past distress, with the ability to introspect, accounting all, and all with due respect, for incessant labour, and all actions spent, though some ill and unfavored, I will not repent... but rather play, here, in one resultant song; a sweet-and-sour melody, played out so long, played out so slow, and played out now, sowing forth to show, that it shall not end... And what fruits shall come, what dividend... I shall consume alone- til' death comes forth, to free, exhume, and consecrate my flesh and bone.