Now I shall trample tried and true, until my soul has fallen
As I am trapped beneath the earth, eternal, I examine worth
Of dust and dirt and rock and filth or anything that enters
Reverberation penetrates and jostles every sense awake
But since the senses dart and shake, the value gained is nothing
Just leave me in my silent room, adjacent to the tyrants tomb
There's really nothing left to do but wait to be discovered.