Separate beautiful from God’s reality.
Oh! The frontiers of human tendencies!
Not one compass, an absence of morality.
Writhing shapes atop wooden dependency,
Fly your rag for Poseidon’s joy and mercy,
Separate beautiful from God’s reality.
Crazed in hurried construction, what igominy!
Feasting on salty flesh cermonially,
Not one compass, an absence of morality.
Few casks for life, six for disgrace and lechery,
A maiden spins love, only uncouth and bodily,
Separate beautiful from God’s reality.
Awaiting death’s warm embrace even partingly,
Such poor navigation leads souls lees than worthy,
Not one compass, an absence of morality.
For now pride is the first fatality,
Parched from vines and barely worth the controversy,
Separate beautiful from God’s reality.
Not one compass, an absence of morality.
