He scatters seeds in hearts hungry for
end of puppet war, pure hearts rapt in awe
of all joy that he aspires to
In him divinest fires brew

His method, peaceful politic
Doth shame the spiteful spirit traitor
Whose only role is heavens hater
Toodaloo, Satan, see ya later

This man, he never left the earth
Warms hearing hearts the breadth of her girth
Tyrants dictums have no worth
Love will be found even in Love's dearth

Tyrant can make all the coy allusions he want
They are powerless for John shows child purest font
He sublime sings to bright bells of God,
All at one, under the sun, with the Angel squad