The grossness does seem an envious high
to command the hearts of mortal beings
the heart so untouched simple and shy
to kill condemn and deceit to bring
for the seeds of such great vile
with so sweet words are sown
woe, to the times of such guile
as uncertain even are the known
and defenses are and yet are not
slacked intentionally as to forfeit
the battle for good, no longer sought
a dead flame,no longer lit
yes, absorb it does a soul a time
into damnation and pain eternally
faith and prayer,this day's crime
oh! lost we are so fully
ruin, destruction in final this such
shall be the aim so solemn of it
and chop of the last enduring crutch
then supreme to gleam and sit
