When worst got things, how was you? Steady on?
Wheedling, or shockt her &
You have been bad to your friend,
Whom not you writing to. You have not listened.
A pelican of lies
You loosed: where are you?
Down weeks of evenings of longing
By hours, NOW, a stoned bell,
You did somebody: others you hurt short:
Anyone ever did you do good?
You licking your own old hurt,
An evil kneel & adore.
This is human. Hurl, God who found
Us in this, down
Something. . . We hear the more
Sin has increast, the more
Grace has been caused to abound.