Illegal lust,
With the corruption of the heart;
To go in your own counsel,
Woe, foe!
With the muse of the adversary,
As sin cringes onto you.
Life,
With the wicked one on the throne!
Turning the laws upside down;
Enjoying lies and wickedness,
As the land is filled with corruption.
Bowl, owl!
The bowl,
The owl;
Like the muse of the false witness,
Bringing lies to the people.
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