When men seem to let go patience
And seek gratification as essence
Knowing of ends rather than means
Look away brother, and die the eagerness
The end cannot right a skipped means
The unclothed famous Model, so lewd
That the corrupt desires in men are sharpen
Which they tried to hide beneath their tiny good
But underneath her pale pallid pamcake
And golden glittering cleavage -
Are pitiable polished pieces of bones
Look away, you immaculate man
When the tower bell rings East
And somehow, the Belfry points West
And there match all; might, mist and vast
Seeking the kingdom Yet to come
That which the Lord Son has gone to form
Look away, O beloved Brethren
Cause the kingdom Lies within you
Look away when you see the Bees
Stay away before the hives Fall
You would get stucked licking the honey
Your weakness would marvel your belief
Had you knew, you would have Fled!
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