"Who hindered you from speaking truth?"
Bliss is the name praised in ignorance
Preached from the mouth of your haughty priests, at the altar of pride.
Birthed into unknown familiarity, grasping its customs of indulgence ever since.
Shameful hearts hold their heads high, the law is to never hide.
Oh, golly. Deceitful joy all around!
Yes! We sing and dance to the melody of the harlot's harp
Oh, tis beautiful! tis merry! Truly a place to be
With ardor, even the noble are welcomed, loved
They hear yet not understand, see yet perceive not
Aha! tis the jolly of folly.
Unclean, the night is young.
Astry, lukewarm affection.
Lips of dispute
Entities of doom
Spirits of denial
"Give strong drink to him who is perishing,
And wine to him who are bitter of heart,
Let him drink and forget his poverty,
And remember his misery no more"
~Will~
see
hear
believe
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