Choice
The one building a tower will fail,
There will be a terrible rapid flight,
And at the bottom of the world well
He will curse his madness.
The destroying will be crushed,
Overturned by fragments of slabs,
And, by the Most Seeing God left,
He will sing about his torture.
And gone to night caves
Or to the plants of a quiet river
Meets the Horrifying pupils
of a ferocious panther
.
You will not escape from the bloody destiny,
What the earthly people are intended to have.
But be silent: an incomparable right -
to choose your own death.
