in spite of the weight of my cross.
Inspire myself, a fire-and-brimstone sermon.
At a loss under Atlas' burden.
my bones can't bear the load piling on.
Comes a cropper. Ill at ease ever after.
The plot is thickening, things changed in a way.
The chances are sickening, evolution in a day.
Endurance is the fancy that nothing is everlasting.
Killed in a crash like a bolt from the blue.
The burden, concealed and playful, grows anew.
Axis powers recede.
The still point of the turning world stands still indeed.
Things changed in a way, evolution in a day.