Lost at a cost so cheap, Link in the queue of ants,
Following the fool ahead, No difference in him and me….
Amidst his misty glee, The recluse will slyly flee.
Breaking the phoney chain, Now he has a rein…
This one will keep me shelled, He will lead me to hell,
Should I stay on my path, Or flee to face God’s wrath…
Now is he even there, Is he ever fair.
Is he ever lost… Unlike me… Has he ever fought?