Yet deterred, by fate alone
Many questionable, conclusions, concerns, details
Yet to determine who is the blame
A resolution, only to retroact an opposition
Yet to insist the muddied possibility for change
If I die, let it not be in vein.
For who I am, I am not ashamed.
For what I’m not, for who is to blame?
For praise and glory, I have yet claimed.
For all the sins, indebted to my name,
For bitter hatred, cries and pain,
I made my choice, with sovereign reigns,
For my fate deterred, its meaning estranged.