Good things to those who do not heed,
The words of darkness but are freed,
To
     the infinite
                         light.
Not on the road of evil, nor in the seat of shame,
But the best of life is for belief in His name,
Meditation
                    day
                           and night.
A tree that's firmly rooted, on the river's border,
A living infinity of diligent labor, of order,
This
        is
             the good.
Dark ones are not so, flowing like chaff in the wind,
They will not stand when judged, those that sinned,
Before
           assemblies
                              of saints.
He knows the way of good, our Lord and master,
And as through His great power, The Dark perishes faster,
The Dark
                will be
                            no more.