Plea

Whether hell or nirvana has been found
after the broken contract, not more else matters;
all is finished and complete
as the light disappears into the ground.
Listen, but let this be my only plea,
I hold a secret in this force that grips me
in triumph as well as in defeat.
Strike me with your weapon now — I am free;
break the fabric of my soul apart, O enemy,
till your apocalypse comes down
like thunder on a mountain top.
Your thousand blows will not possess my heart,
but all around the people will agree
that I have come to terms with destiny.