Ode To Vile

With thee's gray headed hairs and bead, never is anything added to thee's, side intentionally even if it is all slumbered, did my life feared thee's tentacles five more?, what will even bring me near to plunder?, earth by thee's inimical how wander?, thus clear misconduct yonder blur. How lovely this world is kept clean, concerning things, themselves that are pervert, health is consistency and virtue is plain, how lovely is this world without thee's culprit?, may thee loss cynosure to grow in this life, even behind a curtail, there is every need, there is every effort and there is every power to hold back thee's grudge.