Pen beats sword to edge the better part
Chosen by the sister that loved to fawn
At feet before the uncrowned nail hurt

So good it met to gather blood at heart
To tow the line of yous king hammered on
Pen beats sword to edge the better part

Discreet of valour won up sleeveless shirt
Then **** back crowing barrels to the dawn
At feet before the uncrowned nail hurt

Mother corn infected to taste ****
In bread of life with lover revealed John
Pen beats sword to edge the better part

Played by woman in secret out to blurt
To father time to turn on writing wrong
At feet before the uncrowned nail hurt

Cause affecting heavenly now art
Thou in prayer to ask O Lord how long
Pen beats sword to edge the better part
At feet before the uncrowned nail hurt