You deceive me kindly
Wretched beast of the fold
But know not what is written?
What is not revealed will unfold
All the treacheries
Vanities you impart
Will be counted for a measure
Upon your frivolous heart
But wherefore you lead
May the line be thin
Walking on a bounty
Of the murderous vengeance and sins
Condemn our faults
Remember our former iniquities
But then suffer the wrath to come
You false prophet of trickery
Your Master still lives
At nought you glorify
He breathed life into you
Yet His preeminence you deny
Raise up your disciple
Your harlot queen
Jesus Christ compels you
To the everlasting fire-bed stream
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