Lucy

Joyful O joy excelling Feeling filling lips exalting praise May the heartens live in malaise Gnash under the ravishing heat like a praise To him to whom they live to relive In destiny thwarted, forgotten to have ever lived All ye praise to God to whom they disbelieve His eyes see through the seething darting eyes of Lucy The morning light, what a sly His vain beauty lies a fly praise That housed his beautiful ambiance holding His praise To whom he disbelieved What a Shylock How 'tis to see the fanning seething heat Ice cold laugh Lucy enjoins his own He knows he only needs more of them As a company in his quest for destruction