My pilgrimage to jerusalem,

My wanderings into the inner depths of the asylum,

I saw drunks playing dice,

Betting on three ones,

Gambling the shirts of their backs,

I met with the penitent,

And opened the scar tissue that ran red upon my back,

I looked for the lord,

And found what can only be assumed sand shrouded silver,

The governors and the lords persist,

That i have wandered into unknown territory,

Or that with all my pride and zealous;

Have convinced many to digest my ideas,

I can stand tall knowing,

With all my lustful appetite,

That i have touched the blood drip from the leper,

Or that i have loved the whore wearing the silk garb,

And that i am me,

And that I always wished to be me.