#Sow Flowers on Eve Mourn

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Music video to "Sow Flowers on Eve Mourn" by Tangerang, Indonesia-based dark post-punk and deathrock act Klandestine off of their 2023 debut EP Sacred Sorrow

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Rape of Eve, According to Nachash

Appear, appear, whatso thy shape or name 

O Mountain Bull, Snake of the Hundred Heads, 

Lion of the Burning Flame! 

O God, Beast, Mystery, come! 

-Eurpides, The Bacchanals 

Hayah is the name that God 

stated would be known for eternity. 

The Son of Mourning cries “I AM.” 

Hayah Havah 

Into nothing. 

They say Sin was born from his heart, and sprang full-formed like Athena,  then fell with her father to Hell. They joined in filth and bore Death.  They became Death. It’s a slip of the tongue. 

Some speak in tongues and psalms. I choose riddles and lies. The hardest  answers are never hidden, but you will die looking in my arms. The Nachash was the slyest of beasts in the field, graced with Sapha,  language. He whispered to the furrows of the earth, like the ghost of dead Pan’s  piping.  

Sapha, his hiss. The Word of God.

He called his creation Hayah. Nachash was fond of names. He called her  many things. 

Hayah meant Life. To fall out, like the Shekinah, exiled from  

above. Hayah, to become. A soul in chrysalis. Set in perpetual motion in a dance  that has no end, kinetic heat to thermal, transcending matter and time. The first  soul in the belly of the ouroboros.  

He will swallow her again at the End Times. And Nachash will cry, for he  yearns for the brilliance within her, but the serpent cannot see into his own  flesh. He asks her how it tastes and she weeps. We are all in the belly of the  beast. He cannot see that and thinks he’s alone. 

She was Chayah then. The Mother of All Living, a promise. For a short  time, they walked together. The animals did not fear her, bears fed her honey from  the trees. She was just a child in those days. A flower yet unripened that Nachash  carried on his backs.  

He sought good earth to plant in, as only a man on his belly can. In him are  bones like Cadmus’ teeth, where he sows them, there grows nations. Some say Eve was made by the snake. He crafted her from the jewels inside  his skull. Knowing no one else, Nachash was her dearest companion. It was  perfect, for a time, and he taught her the whispers of the stars he had learned on his thousand sojourns. But he grew hungry for a heart, and the Nachash desired to eat  her.  

Dragons, however noble, think us prey at the end of the day, and Havah,  however beautiful, would taste exquisite with ketchup.  

He did not like the thought, so Nachash waged war against himself and ate  his flesh til he was nothing but bone. Still, the beast gnawed within him, so he  chose death over her destruction. People often die for their dreams. He’d thought  them all fools until he imagined his could fail.  

She did not ken endings yet and tried to breathe life in him. 

In death he exiled her, and she wandered through the wastelands. She found  Adamah by the sea and they cast their lots together. Wayward children abandoned  by their makers, kicked out of the angels’ nests.  

When they joined, the animals turned from her and nettles stung.  Overnight nature unleashed its arsenal. Perhaps the Nachash was jealous. It  is a question no one asks. 

When the Bacchants crown themselves with serpents, they cry out the names  “Eva!” and Saboe!”, invoking the god of madness who gave his heart and blood  for wine. Sabazios and Eve, who devoured Zagreus’ heart and dared dream of  taking fate’s thread in her own hands. 

Some say that Eve was the snake, or, that she became one. Perhaps she was  Medusa, cursed by love to become a monster and bear the stain of zuhama.  It flows like blood each moon from her children, and the sly serpent gets his  offerings via humanity’s exquisite biology. Neither bitches in heat nor man  enough to walk in the Light of God, we haunt the between-spaces like him, exiles  in our worlds. Cursed for fairness they claim is vain, and a weakness they measure  by bloodletting alone.  

But we are the givers, always have been. Eve gave as Adamah could  not. She gave until she thought she would break.  

But even serpents cannot untie Gordian knots. She tried to unravel hers, but  it is a history knotted into oblivion. She tries to remember, but the memories slip  from her hands like sand.  

So Hayah sits in the dirt, drawing labyrinths, and imagines herself the  monster in the middle, minotaurs be damned. Ariadne can dance clockwork  around the hero and strangle him with her threads. Adamah leaves her on the  shore and the serpent comes. 

“I love you,” she said. 

“I will eat you.” 

So he ate her mortality.

When Hayah’s first blood came that night, the Nachash renamed her  Chavah. He found it was easier to take back things once forgotten than break  promises he had never said. 

Chavah, a word that means “Snake,” for he was the serpent, and she was his  child.  

Moses asked the purifying fires of the rose bush Adonai’s name. The Angel  of the Lord cried Hayah Havah. He weeps it at night when he is alone: Hayah Havah Elohim. Eloa Regina Angelum. Your flesh is my bread and  wine. 

Sister, my sister, stop crying, for the world is bitter, but our love is sweet.  My tears are the waters of life, and our children will rise from the  ash. Sister, my sister, come with me. Our children are so small and  fragile. Dared I dream that we could raise vines.  

In the moonlight you thought me a stranger. You came to me with open  palms. One damned me for my betrayal, the other kissed sweetness into my heart.  I wear your curse as my glory. This stigmata flow black like our words. Wisdom, my sister, fall with me. 

For too long I have been entombed. 

*YHVH- personal Name of God, derived from root Havah (there is, to be) God made mankind but for loneliness.

Yah the Serpent encircles the Tree. Yah Weh. He is the Snake. 

The serpent that crowns Shoshanna. Names.  

Such funny things. 

He called me his rose and his lily Adders should know nothing of love. There was no God to wage war against. Just a sacrifice to Himself 

The Id revolts against the Ego. Angels the intermediary 

are caught in the dance 

between. 

Bite me, 

I’ll tell you his secret. 

God? 

He’s not dead 

Just mad.

[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers GRAND EDITION for Switch ;; More, Blood ー Yuma Ecstasy [10]

ー The scene starts in Yui’s bedroom

Yui: Hm...

( They get plenty of sunlight as well as fertilizer. I’ve been watering them frequently as well. )

They just won’t bloom, huh? ...These roses.

ー Yuma enters her room

Yuma: Yo, I’m comin’ in.

Yui: ...Yuma-kun. There’s no point in saying that after you’ve already entered the room.

( I said he learnt to knock, but it’s still a 50-50 whether he will or not. Seems like we’re still far away from the 100%... )

Yuma: The fuck? Is it bad if I suddenly enter yer room or somethin’?

Yui: Of course. I could be in the middle of changing, for example...

Yuma: Hah. Whatcha still sayin’? I’ve seen much worse!

Yui: I-I don’t remember ever showing you something like that though!?

Yuma: Really? You’re really up there when ya show me yer dreamy expression after I kiss ya tho?

That sorta stuff turns me on way more than seein’ ya half-naked;

Yui: ( I haven’t made that kind of face! ...I think. )

ー Yuma steps closer

Yuma: Should I trigger that expression again, huh?

Yui: N-No!

( Or rather, he’s too close...! )

Yuma: Fuckin’ dull.

ー He steps back

Yuma: Whatever. Right now, these badboys come first anyway.

Yui: You mean the roses? ...What are you gonna do?

Yuma: Don’t look at me like that. I won’t destroy them again.

Come on, hand them over. The whole pot. If you’re curious, ya can follow me;

Yui: ...?

ー The scene shifts to the garden

Yui: Ah...The vegetable garden is back to normal.

Yuma: Aah? Ya hadn’t noticed? It got fixed up yesterday.

Yui: I had no idea...

Selection

→ Why is it fixed? (S)

Yui: How did it go back to normal...?

Yuma: Ah? 

Yui: I mean, it was such a mess, I figured it was beyond saving. Yet it’s as good as new...

Y-You didn’t do it, right?

Yuma: Oi, ya lil’ shit.

Yui: You did!?

Yuma: Well duh!?

→ Could it be, did you fix it? (M)

Yui: Could it be...You fixed it up?

Yuma: Well duh.

The vegetables did nothin’ wrong after all. ...Neither did ya. Yet I treated ya like shit.

Yui: ( Yuma-kun... )

I see...! Good job. I’m sure it was a lot of work?

Yuma: Well...Yeah.

Anyway, who cares ‘bout that. We gotta make sure these get better.

Yui: You’re gonna plant the roses here again?

Yuma: This is the best spot to watch the sky after all.

...There we go, this should do.

Yui: I hope they’ll bloom.

Yuma: ...Yeah.

...

... I felt like I’d still have some hope left, if these guys were to bloom.

Yui: Eh?

Yuma: Do ya know why I chose red roses to mourn their deaths?

Yui: Because your comrades like that color, maybe?

Yuma: Hehe. No way. They were the type of people who’d come across flowers and first of all decide whether they are edible or not, ya know?

There was this one idiot who stole some rose seeds, mistakin’ it for food.

Boss found that too funny, he decided to plant them partially as a joke.

But nobody had looked after flowers before, so they didn’t even sprout, let alone bloom.

Back then, that was the end of it...But shortly after, I saw this sugar shaped like roses.

Yui: ( Sugar shaped like roses...? )

Yuma: When I realized that was supposed to sprout from those seeds...I wanted to see the real thing, and show it to those guys as well.

That being said, I’m pretty sure they would have told me they’d rather see food than some stupid flowers. Ya could say I’m doin’ this just out of my own selfish desire.

But well...I thought that maybe they’d still feel happy to be able to view these from up there, even if just to kill some time.

Yui: ( I see... )

Yuma: If they bloomed...I felt like I could still succeed at doin’ something a second time ‘round, even after already failin’ once.

But they just won’t. Seems like life isn’t that easy, even as a Vampire.

Yui: What is your hope...?

Yuma: ...I guess it’s what ya would call a dream.

Yui: Dream?

Yuma: You’re aware that yer blood is special, right?

Yui: Yeah...It’s blood which flows from Cordelia’s heart after all, so it’s different from a regular human’s, isn’t it?

Yuma: Exactly. And that blood holds the power to awaken Adam.

Yui: Adam?

Yuma: The one and only man who can give birth to a new humankind. His female counterpart is Eve. ...In other words, you.

That bein’ said, I don’t get the details either. I’m just repeatin’ what I was told by that man.

In short, it means that the guy ya pick gains amazin’ powers.

Capable of changin’ the world, get it?

Yui: ...Is that why I was brought here?

Yuma: Yeah. If not, one of those Sakamaki bastards would have become Adam. We wanted to prevent that from happenin’.

Yui: Did you want to become Adam too?

Yuma: ...Guess so.

I don’t give a damn ‘bout power or rulin’ the world.

But if I became Adam, I thought that I could win ‘gainst those filthy rich guys and change Boss’ wish of changing the world in his place.

...But, unfortunately for Boss, seems like I’m not fit to become Adam.

Yui: Eh? How come...?

Yuma: I just know somehow. I’ve tried my very hardest so far but...I guess it’s ‘bout time I stop strugglin’ in vain.

I even became a Vampire and took on someone else’s bruden, but look at me now. I bet they’re laughin’ at me from up there.

Yui: ...That’s not true.

Yuma: Aah? 

Yui: I don’t know your Boss or other comrades, so I can’t put it into words very well.

But I don’t think you have to become Adam to fulfill your Boss’ dream.

Yuma: ...I wonder.

Yui: Besides, Eve is the one who choses her Adam, right? In other words, me?

In that case...You might still have a chance?

Yuma: ...You...

Hah...Look at ya bein’ all cheeky for a Sow!

*Rustle*

Yui: Kyah...!

ー He holds her close

Yui: ( His face is right in front of me...! )

Yuma: Seems like Eve-sama thinks she can get away with everything now, huh? 

If I’ve got a chance...Should I suck yer blood right away? Ahn?

Yui: Right here...!?

Yuma: Don’t worry. I’ll make sure our precious little Eve-sama doesn’t get any dirt on her. See, if I do thisーー

ー He lifts her into the air

*Rustle*

Yui: Hyaah!

–> If you are playing the Limited V edition or the Grand Edition, little black roses will appear on the screen. If you click on them, you get an extra line of dialogue.

“Come on. Hold on tighter. Do ya want me to drop ya?”

Yuma: If I carry ya like this, ya won’t get dirty, right?

In return, ya better hold on tight or you’ll fall, ‘kay?

Yui: Y-Yuma-kun, it’s embarrassing.

Yuma: Aahn? Whatcha gettin’ all flustered ‘bout still?

Yui: But, this looks as if you’re carrying a small child...

Yuma: What? Would ya have liked it better if I threw ya over my shoulder like usual? I don’t like how hard it is to suck yer blood like that tho.

Yui: T-Then, at least carry me sideways. It’s really embarrassing when we’re facing each other like this...

Yuma: It’s ‘cause you’re letting yer weird fantasies run wild, no? If ya don’t like it, close yer eyes then. ...I’m bitin’ now.

ー Yuma bites her

–> If you are playing the Limited V edition or the Grand Edition, little black roses will appear on the screen. If you click on them, you get an extra line of dialogue.

“Whatcha touchin’ my hair for...? Haahn? It’s softer than ya expected? Heh...Shut up, idiot.”

“Despite bein’ embarrassed, ya seem to be enjoying it tho...?”

Yui: Nn...

Yuma: ...Nn...

Yui: ( How strange...It doesn’t...hurt... )

Yuma: ...It really is easy to suck yer blood when there’s so much of yer neck exposed in front of me. You’re hella small, so I always have a hard time usually.

Nn...Nn...

*Rustle*

Yuma: Nn...Oi, you’re loosenin’ yer grip. Do ya wanna fall down? Aah?

Yui: But...

Yuma: Hah...Ya sure are a handful, Sow. Come on, I’ll keep ya firmly locked in my arms.

Because before bein’ Eve...You’re my toy.

So even if I can’t become Adam...I won’t let ya go, Sow.

Monologue

At his low voice which held just the slightest bit of warmth,

and the words he whispered in my ears,

my heart thumped loudly.

How could the word ‘Sow’,

actually sound like the sweetest confession of love (愛の言葉)?

It made me chuckle slightly,

but inside my chest ーー this heart which pumps Eve’s (イブ) blood,

most definitely skipped a beat at his words. 

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

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All V Poems

William Blake, A Dream

Once a dream did weave a shade

O'er my angel-guarded bed,

That an emmet lost its way

Where on grass methought I lay.

Troubled, wildered, and forlorn,

Dark, benighted, travel-worn,

Over many a tangle spray,

All heart-broke, I heard her say:

'Oh my children! do they cry,

Do they hear their father sigh?

Now they look abroad to see,

Now return and weep for me.'

Pitying, I dropped a tear:

But I saw a glow-worm near,

Who replied, 'What wailing wight

Calls the watchman of the night?

'I am set to light the ground,

While the beetle goes his round:

Follow now the beetle's hum;

Little wanderer, hie thee home!'

William Blake, Proverbs of Hell 

In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy. 

Drive your cart and your plow over the bones of the dead. 

The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom. 

Prudence is a rich ugly old maid courted by Incapacity. 

He who desires but acts not, breeds pestilence. The cut worm forgives the plow. 

Dip him in the river who loves water. A fool sees not the same tree that a wise man sees. 

He whose face gives no light, shall never become a star. 

Eternity is in love with the productions of time. 

The busy bee has no time for sorrow. 

The hours of folly are measur’d by the clock, but of wisdom: no clock can measure. 

All wholsom food is caught without a net or a trap. 

Bring out number weight & measure in a year of dearth. 

No bird soars too high, if he soars with his own wings. 

A dead body, revenges not injuries. 

The most sublime act is to set another before you. 

If the fool would persist in his folly he would become wise. 

Folly is the cloke of knavery. Shame is Prides cloke. 

Prisons are built with stones of Law, Brothels with bricks of Religion. 

The pride of the peacock is the glory of God. The lust of the goat is the bounty of God. 

The wrath of the lion is the wisdom of God. 

The nakedness of woman is the work of God. 

Excess of sorrow laughs. 

Excess of joy weeps. 

The roaring of lions, the howling of wolves, the raging of the stormy sea, and the destructive sword, are portions of eternity too great for the eye of man. 

The fox condemns the trap, not himself. 

Joys impregnate. 

Sorrows bring forth. 

Let man wear the fell of the lion, woman the fleece of the sheep. 

The bird a nest, the spider a web, man friendship. 

The selfish smiling fool, & the sullen frowning fool, shall be both thought wise, that they may be a rod. 

What is now proved was once, only imagin’d. 

The rat, the mouse, the fox, the rabbit: watch the roots; the lion, the tyger, the horse, the elephant, watch the fruits. 

The cistern contains; the fountain overflows. 

One thought, fills immensity. 

Always be ready to speak your mind, and a base man will avoid you. 

Every thing possible to be believ’d is an image of truth. 

The eagle never lost so much time, as when he submitted to learn of the crow. 

The fox provides for himself, but God provides for the lion. 

Think in the morning. 

Act in the noon. 

Eat in the evening. 

Sleep in the night. 

He who has suffer’d you to impose on him knows you. 

As the plow follows words, so God rewards prayers. 

The tygers of wrath are wiser than the horses of instruction. 

Expect poison from the standing water. 

You never know what is enough unless you know what is more than enough. 

Listen to the fools reproach! it is a kingly title! 

The eyes of fire, the nostrils of air, the mouth of water, the beard of earth. 

The weak in courage is strong in cunning. 

The apple tree never asks the beech how he shall grow, nor the lion, the horse, how he shall take his prey. 

The thankful reciever bears a plentiful harvest. 

If others had not been foolish, we should be so. 

The soul of sweet delight, can never be defil’d. 

When thou seest an Eagle, thou seest a portion of Genius, lift up thy head! 

As the catterpiller chooses the fairest leaves to lay her eggs on, so the priest lays his curse on the fairest joys. 

To create a little flower is the labour of ages. 

Damn, braces: Bless relaxes. 

The best wine is the oldest, the best water the newest. 

Prayers plow not! Praises reap not! 

Joys laugh not! Sorrows weep not! 

The head Sublime, the heart Pathos, the genitals Beauty, the hands & feet Proportion. 

As the air to a bird of the sea to a fish, so is contempt to the contemptible. 

The crow wish’d every thing was black, the owl, that every thing was white. 

Exuberance is Beauty. 

If the lion was advised by the fox, he would be cunning. 

Improvement makes strait roads, but the crooked roads without Improvement, are roads of Genius. 

Sooner murder an infant in its cradle than nurse unacted desires. 

Where man is not nature is barren. 

Truth can never be told so as to be understood, and not be believ’d. 

Enough! or Too much!

William Black, Earth’s Answer

Earth rais'd up her head,

From the darkness dread & drear.

Her light fled:

Stony dread!

And her locks cover'd with grey despair.

Prison'd on watry shore

Starry Jealousy does keep my den

Cold and hoar

Weeping o'er

I hear the Father of the ancient men

Selfish father of men

Cruel, jealous, selfish fear

Can delight

Chain'd in night

The virgins of youth and morning bear.

Does spring hide its joy

When buds and blossoms grow?

Does the sower?

Sow by night?

Or the plowman in darkness plow?

Break this heavy chain,

That does freeze my bones around

Selfish! vain!

Eternal bane!

That free Love with bondage bound.

William Blake, Love and Harmony Combine

LOVE and harmony combine

And around our souls entwine,

While thy branches mix with mine

And our roots together join.

Joys upon our branches sit,

       Chirping loud and singing sweet;

Like gentle streams beneath our feet,

Innocence and virtue meet.

Thou the golden fruit dost bear,

I am clad in flowers fair;

       Thy sweet boughs perfume the air,

And the turtle buildeth there.

There she sits and feeds her young;

Sweet I hear her mournful song;

And thy lovely leaves among,

       There is Love: I hear his tongue.

There his charmed nest he doth lay,

There he sleeps the night away,

There he sports along the day,

And doth among our branches play.

William Blake, Songs of Innocence, “Infant Joy”

I have no name

I am but two days old.—

What shall I call thee?

I happy am

Joy is my name,—

Sweet joy befall thee!

Pretty joy!

Sweet joy but two days old,

Sweet joy I call thee;

Thou dost smile.

I sing the while

Sweet joy befall thee.

William Blake, Poetical Sketches

Oft when the summer sleeps among the trees,

Whispering faint murmurs to the scanty breeze,

I walk the village round; if at her side

A youth doth walk in stolen joy and pride,

I curse my stars in bitter grief and woe,

That made my love so high and me so low.

O should she e'er prove false, his limbs I'd tear

And throw all pity on the burning air;

I'd curse bright fortune for my mixed lot,

And then I'd die in peace, and be forgot.

TO THE MUSES.

WHETHER on Ida's shady brow

Or in the chambers of the East,

The chambers of the Sun, that now

From ancient melody have ceased;

Whether in heaven ye wander fair

Or the green corners of the earth,

Or the blue regions of the air,

Where the melodious winds have birth;

Whether on crystal rocks ye rove,

Beneath the bosom of the sea

Wandering in many a coral grove,

Fair Nine, forsaking Poetry!

William Blake, Auguries of Innocence

To see a World in a Grain of Sand

And a Heaven in a Wild Flower

Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand

And Eternity in an hour

A Robin Red breast in a Cage

Puts all Heaven in a Rage

A Dove house filld with Doves & Pigeons

Shudders Hell thr' all its regions

A dog starvd at his Masters Gate

Predicts the ruin of the State

A Horse misusd upon the Road

Calls to Heaven for Human blood

Each outcry of the hunted Hare

A fibre from the Brain does tear

A Skylark wounded in the wing

A Cherubim does cease to sing

The Game Cock clipd & armd for fight

Does the Rising Sun affright

Every Wolfs & Lions howl

Raises from Hell a Human Soul

The wild deer, wandring here & there

Keeps the Human Soul from Care

The Lamb misusd breeds Public Strife

And yet forgives the Butchers knife

The Bat that flits at close of Eve

Has left the Brain that wont Believe

The Owl that calls upon the Night

Speaks the Unbelievers fright

He who shall hurt the little Wren

Shall never be belovd by Men

He who the Ox to wrath has movd

Shall never be by Woman lovd

The wanton Boy that kills the Fly

Shall feel the Spiders enmity

He who torments the Chafers Sprite

Weaves a Bower in endless Night

The Catterpiller on the Leaf

Repeats to thee thy Mothers grief

Kill not the Moth nor Butterfly

For the Last Judgment draweth nigh

He who shall train the Horse to War

Shall never pass the Polar Bar

The Beggars Dog & Widows Cat

Feed them & thou wilt grow fat

The Gnat that sings his Summers Song

Poison gets from Slanders tongue

The poison of the Snake & Newt

Is the sweat of Envys Foot

The poison of the Honey Bee

Is the Artists Jealousy

The Princes Robes & Beggars Rags

Are Toadstools on the Misers Bags

A Truth thats told with bad intent

Beats all the Lies you can invent

It is right it should be so

Man was made for Joy & Woe

And when this we rightly know

Thro the World we safely go

Joy & Woe are woven fine

A Clothing for the soul divine

Under every grief & pine

Runs a joy with silken twine

The Babe is more than swadling Bands

Throughout all these Human Lands

Tools were made & Born were hands

Every Farmer Understands

Every Tear from Every Eye

Becomes a Babe in Eternity

This is caught by Females bright

And returnd to its own delight

The Bleat the Bark Bellow & Roar

Are Waves that Beat on Heavens Shore

The Babe that weeps the Rod beneath

Writes Revenge in realms of Death

The Beggars Rags fluttering in Air

Does to Rags the Heavens tear

The Soldier armd with Sword & Gun

Palsied strikes the Summers Sun

The poor Mans Farthing is worth more

Than all the Gold on Africs Shore

One Mite wrung from the Labrers hands

Shall buy & sell the Misers Lands

Or if protected from on high

Does that whole Nation sell & buy

He who mocks the Infants Faith

Shall be mockd in Age & Death

He who shall teach the Child to Doubt

The rotting Grave shall neer get out

He who respects the Infants faith

Triumphs over Hell & Death

The Childs Toys & the Old Mans Reasons

Are the Fruits of the Two seasons

The Questioner who sits so sly

Shall never know how to Reply

He who replies to words of Doubt

Doth put the Light of Knowledge out

The Strongest Poison ever known

Came from Caesars Laurel Crown

Nought can Deform the Human Race

Like to the Armours iron brace

When Gold & Gems adorn the Plow

To peaceful Arts shall Envy Bow

A Riddle or the Crickets Cry

Is to Doubt a fit Reply

The Emmets Inch & Eagles Mile

Make Lame Philosophy to smile

He who Doubts from what he sees

Will neer Believe do what you Please

If the Sun & Moon should Doubt

Theyd immediately Go out

To be in a Passion you Good may Do

But no Good if a Passion is in you

The Whore & Gambler by the State

Licencd build that Nations Fate

The Harlots cry from Street to Street

Shall weave Old Englands winding Sheet

The Winners Shout the Losers Curse

Dance before dead Englands Hearse

Every Night & every Morn

Some to Misery are Born

Every Morn and every Night

Some are Born to sweet delight

Some are Born to sweet delight

Some are Born to Endless Night

We are led to Believe a Lie

When we see not Thro the Eye

Which was Born in a Night to perish in a Night

When the Soul Slept in Beams of Light

God Appears & God is Light

To those poor Souls who dwell in Night

But does a Human Form Display

To those who Dwell in Realms of day