Pauperism Like a Leech
Barren o’er the landscape standing,
In a posture dark, commanding,
Elements of air withstanding,
Silhouetted branches reach.
Far away, the mountain curving,
Barrenness and death unnerving,
Ever into bleakness swerving,
Dolefulness and loss to teach.
Semblances of hellish mourning,
Even from the daybreak dawning,
Curses from the devil spawning,
Pauperism like a leech.
There the altar set before me!
Demons from the pit implore me!
Bribery to underscore me!
Prithee use infernal speech!
Lift the dagger from the casing,
Memories of fear erasing,
Lift it, with the devil pacing,
All the rules of heaven breach!
Thrust it down, thy malice screaming!
With thy sinful nature beaming!
Powerful and potent seeming!
Modesty to overreach!
Sacrificed and gone forever!
Aye, another life to sever!
Falling to repentance never!
Down to Satan banished each!
Ritual forever calling,
Energies of death enthralling,
Sanctity and goodness mauling,
Gratifying, like a peach.
Spy the land presenting sadly,
Paralysed, forsaken badly,
Devils loose and sinning madly,
Cursedness and death to preach!
