Wilderness of the Quaken Souls

Cast me to the seas that have shaken my soul Throw me down for ignorance revealed as age old Roll me asunder to the place my knees give way Scourge my eyes for the things that went unseen in that day How could I take comfort in a tale so untrue I was not solid but exposed as milk laid and sopped No glory is before them that gather at the base and await Those who have fallen by the hands of that quake not by fate