While you take pride in silent shelter
Find me screaming at the door
Burning middle-men of my lament
See the ashes you lick from my feet?
Only the sick cry for servitude - wake up
IT is no thing - wants and wills affixed on third string
The string is bright and thin - beware
Progress without patience
Is deformity
Cleverness Justifies
Wisdom Rectifies

Sensation smooths it likes to follow
Truth is sharp and hard to swallow

The eye serves forth a tasteful feast
Snares women dressed as hungered beasts

Redundancies in clarity
All's death and love in Verity

Soulful beast here sleeps
But ever the low heart beats
To catch her sacred kiss
Winds him for the working day

Genius like lightning
Strikes the sky despite me
Blame the watchful beast I'm riding

Sweet object of inclination
Selfish keeper of care
Reason serves to be a patron
Runs the beast into despair

Plucks a lonely note on His golden lute
My Lord save the seed - for I am the fruit

Why hide from a punctual thing?
Waste numbered days conspiring

If you truly love God's might
Love what lies beyond life's light