Perversions Brood

To stand to the line, no other choice I find' That sand is where, the truth must now dare. The earth having been ever the same Since dawn of time, too fleet lifes wane' I never drew this line untrue' Articles of conflict; yet along it grew! It was devised by perjured souls, Who rail at eterity and Freedom whole I say be glad your not their kin' Their truth is lies, much steeped in sin! The blackest circle of hell reserved I say For such as who, devise these ways To waylay truth, to twist pervert I say resist these lies divert Imagine to be born of them.? Unfeeling almost anderiod; alien men What woman could with such Congress? All thought all input recoils, in complete digress.!