The pain doesn't seem to end, does it? It seeps into every nerve and ventricle; It inundates the mind and the skin. You fulfill all the little safety measures That're rumoured to oppose the spell. Yet, you've been doing all the requisites; You've even lit the pretty candles And offered a myriad of oblations To the all-powerful, ancient gods; Still, you can't cease the downward spiral That endeavors to swallow you whole. Then, you recall the ancient adage, "The darkest hour is just before dawn". So, you resist the seductive pull of nil And straigthen your shoulders again. For, surely, not every single attempt Means certain failure, does it? Because, even when it does, at least, You'll still essay to fight against it. "Tribulation" The pain doesn't seem to end, does it? It seeps into every nerve and ventricle; It inundates the mind and the skin. You fulfill all the little safety measures That're rumoured to oppose the spell. Yet, you've been doing all the requisites;
