The Street of Wrath
Lost, lost, lost in the labyrinth,
lost in the maze of madness,
lost in the lands of fog and filth,
lost in the cells of sadness.
Crazed eyes, hazed eyes, lost and lonely,
looking out dazedly
from deep sockets—this is the only
question they ask, Why me?
Fellow traveller on the dark path,
this path many have trod
to the last inn on the Street of Wrath.
— Come, let’s hide there from God.