In American night, our sins amended
Dwell sable souls from Cain descended
Their perforated grins, their degenerate heat
To cut bone-bred fissures upon cobbled streets
With wandering mouths, in lust will reap
The quivering lips, their thighs do weep

Bodies hum content in pleasure's psalms
On the glistening flesh of Gilead’s balm
No repentance sought, nor vice repelled
Tongues of Heaven do burn like Hell
Desires persist, and thoughts be ******
In the ebbing crest of this carnal demand