wed astray your
daughters make men
guiders of home
i'll say no i am a
descended of this world
god is notorious in mine
your piety may be
your own of strangers
cunnings whirled
gave it a try to vest
paltry words masked
by rules into my mind
and reins you dispersed
on hostage hands
as for release they pined
heaven and hell
threaten me yet
to me they are fable
i may lay buried
in this perished earth
but to die i'll never be able
