Deep run the roots of insincerity Nurtured by greed and fed by insatiable lust For power and the dominance of things. In the corridors of infamy there ply The husks of men whose souls have turned to dust, Where Falsehood crowns himself the king of kings And the Lord of Darkness walks triumphantly by As humanity sinks in spiritual poverty.
While the decadent world in sin and error lies The sages weep and the better angels cry For the spirit of man and all that suffers and dies. Yet shall the Force redeem our destiny Descending with cleansing fire to sweep from the earth The impenitent, preparing the sacred birth.
Poems Undated (1727)
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