Because of envy
I am ashamed.
The malignant god
has entered
my blood stream.
My limbs are twisted.

An iron rod is
jammed into my gut:
" This man's work is great "
There is no hope for me
because of fear.

O, I am sick!
My mouth is dry.
I possess nothing.
One look from the covetous
god has finished me

Mercy, great god.
I have been shamed enough.
I will acknowledge you.
Let me get to my own work
with the necessary innocence.