 Dear odd God, help me. I'm destroyed entirely. My heart is broken in bits. I'm asking God himself. Was it for this he'd have me roaming the earth since I was a lad only? To come to black shame in the end, where I'd be given the power of love to a woman, is the same as others you'd meet in any hooker shanty in port. With red gowns on them and paint on their grinning mugs. Would be sleeping with any man for a dollar or two. Don't, man, for God's sake.