Listen closely to the sound of treacherynLook deeply into the eyes of lecherynAll fall to knees begin to worship menThe brazen son of man I shine of pure idolatrynnThe trouble with your prayers are that they reek of last resortsnI waste not tears on hollow griefnIn a city without dogs the wolves become the overseersnIt takes a thief to catch a thiefnnPain lays not its touch upon the children born of shamenYour faith awaits to be unearthednRelease the blackened dove for there was never light above nPanning for echoes never birthednnLife, liberty, and the pursuit of ignorancennI shall feel nothing no compassion exorcised from menMy mortal coil laid aside no emotions ever to bequeath