Once I was jalre as tiie snow bu t I foil—

Fe il like a snowflake from Heaven to hell—

Fell to be trampled as filth of the sireetr

Feli to bescofTed at spit on and beat

Prayin cureipg ‘■wishing to die ‘

Selimg my soul to whoever would buy

Dealing m shame for a morsel of bread

Hating the living and feariifg the dead