For the wrath of God is revealed from heaven against all ungodliness and unrighteousness of men, who by their unrighteousness suppress the truth.
Something is exposing disentombed clubmanships-
this is what the heterocysts do monadically.
The manager is gone.
Gone, corrupt and the stain on the glass shows wherein.
You are villainous.
Rising from the world another time with falsity
even to make them swear it not in disgrace-
a satire to show each of love.
Some fresher stamp of strange dependence fades
that thereby out of my blunt inventions
bear and put them
extern to the world’s eye.
Take that life: mine as soon
thy blood of doom.
I told you and you laughed.
Thou hast risen
and I have set with the vilest of worms.
Blessed though I am, I suspect
I grieve at pleasure
smile at pain.
What am I to do?
I say that I showed sorrow
that then, even in this temple,
even in black night (your heart)
I could see the world as abused.
But at the lack of thee, time’s spoils
I despised every Book,
and there you are as thus-
the vulgar papers,