Do Not Falter

Oh sweet sorrow, doth his cynicism know no bound? Alas, does it not;
within the gentle bosom of thine deepest soul doth malice lie.
Bring about change, Oh good sir!
for it shall be the end of thee.

It is within the end one's wounds are greatest
if forced to then alter;
I pray of thee in the present, in change,
that ye do not falter.