Uchiha

Brothers, I loved. I loved and I was loved. .
Therefore I wander on a weary road.
And from my wounded breast escapes the blood,
Disdainful of the form through which it roved.
(…)
Brothers, I loved my fellowmen, and fought
For them with just intent and willing hand. . . .
Therefore I die of hunger, and the sand
Drinks up my life-blood, sacrificed for naught.
(…)
Brothers, I made of God my being’s goal . . ,
Therefore I wander comfortless, disgrac’d.
Dragging across the endless desert waste
A bloodless body and a dying soul.

—Antero de Quental