Sovereign God of mortals
delights in some devine portals
the sculptors hands-bane
stalk through joyful-wane
then take my pains to glad
when grace had left this lad
through the breast of rusted chests
beads of waters falls from fallen faces
they gave us our woes
celebrated by some indifinite foes
to he that dinned in the plate
for their fore-fathers mate
the trees tauted in their posture
in all these years, they had nurture
mellow me in, for many more moans
moans which grew to eternity of dawns.
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