Presume not the earth as the silver case of joys
Like in infant delusion or with sober illusion.
Read the pages with dotting recollections
Or transcriptions and the sigh of blood letting
By the extravagant devils in disguise,
Either to swell with illegitimate wealth
Or to justify their demons within by misinterpretations wide
Or to plunge the millions on utter miseries singing gospels.
They are neither of ancient or of current but timeless
Guarding the human coast with fire of groan.