No longer do I feel compelled to write
All that is left is for me to deal smite
Worthless and insignificant I am to you
But where I am from, this is not true

In truth, I am the weakest of all of us
Dragged through the ground with no fuss
Tortured and suffered for all your sakes
But it was grace alone that kept the stakes

I am impoverished for I have nothing to give you
I am all alone for I am nothing to you
I am also dead for I can see the dead
I am dread for I can deliver what I said