Bring me, almighty God,

Obliteration.

 

Smite me, clear and clean,

From thine own accursed wrath,

That crushes and pulps men,

Against the grinding cogs,

Of their own imagined fears,

And seek,

Over and over again,

Annihilation,

That will not come,

Not come, even with death.

 

Save me,

For I cannot.

Save me,

A rest, a respite,

From troubles eternally turning.

 

Though this I know,

You cannot do.