pitiful

the shame is out for all to see
it's been made known what you've done to me
lower your head to hide your face
you lost your honor to much disgrace
a shriveled old man whose face is worn
you'd like to forget the day you were born
leave this place so we may forget
no longer remember your appalling debt
hurry now, don't make haste
run to the land of ruin and waste
feeling your sadness, unable to cry
in the dust, forever you'll lie