Let us join our sins in confession,
upon the pulpit, we shall declare our intention.
There is no fear without reason, nor insult that meant no injury.
We are but a feeble thing, all flesh and bones,
but in this I find solace, for I do not wish to die alone.

Join me, along the fertile wastes of unknown paths,
where the one above, looks solemnly at our past.
There is no need for concern, you are not the first to make injury.
He knows ye well, he knows ye fully, do not bother
with the thoughts of your unwilling father.

Do you care to join me, one more time?
The fruit awaits, hanging and falling, waiting for the divine.
There is no reward without sacrifice, nor sacrifice without injury.
Bare the knowledge of the speaking mind.
Logos is thy name, never known prior to humankind.

Join me once again, o’ enlighten one, full of drought.
Seeker of truth, seeker of evil: Seek your man, he of little doubt.
Today, they join in sin and in shame; humanity has begun its injury.
The maker is made by his making. This is what ye should know prior,
for I feel no shame. To spite and conspire is my only desire.