1 Vent All Your Coward'S Wrath Upon Me So! - Yes, I Have Crossed Your Path And Will Not Go! 2 Storm At Me Hate, And Name Me All That's Vile, "Lust," "Filth," "Disease," And "Shame," I Only Smile. 3 Me Brute Rage Can Not Hurt, It Only Flings In Your Own Eyes Blind Dirt That Bites And Stings. 4 Rave At Your Like Such Whine, Your Fellow-Men, This Wrath! - Great God! And Mine! - What Is It Then? 5 No Words! No Oaths! Such Hate As Devils Smile When Raw Success Cries "Wait!" And "Afterwhile!" 6 A Woman I And Ill, A Courtesan You Wearied Of, Would Kill, And You - A Man! 7 You, You - Unnamable! A Thing There'S Not, Too Base To Burn In Hell, Too Vile To Rot.