Though I live in the world, for the world I do not care,
I'm passing through the mart,with no intent to buy it's ware.
I'm alive, but for me life has lost it's zest,
Though I keep my wits intact, I lack the will to do or dare.
I'll quit the stage of life untainted, untouched,
Not even a painted picture, I'm a shadow bare.
I'm a flower burned and blighted by the autumn's blast,
Not a thorn that would hook the skirts of people everywhere.
Save me, O God, from the tyranny of the dear despot,
I do not seek his favours, nor for his kindness care.
Though I can't protest my piety at the bar of God,
I'm not such a sinner for whom my love would care.
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