Pauper of Souls

From Black hills I descend,
 A barbarous man.
 A wolf amongst sheep
 Amongst humanities... 'finest'
 Floundering like rats
 Blind in the daylight.
 They Crawl and scrabble
 O're the scraps of mistruth and Myth.
 Far better:
 -To be of faith
 Black and barbarous.
 Than of no faith at all.
 -A wolf alone
 On a hillside deserted.
 Than one of a flock... faceless.
 Miserable wretches
 Swamped in a faceless grey
 Huddle cold and doomed
 To die, despite deaths guiding hand
 (nursing them since birth)
 From black hills I descend
 A barbarous man
 A wolf amid sheep
 Amongst humanities 'finest'.
 Far better to be of faith
 Black and barbarous
 Than one of a flock... faceless
 Destined to die a pauper of life's riches
 Destined to die a pauper of souls