Compare thy soul to hog excrete you shall,

For thou tongue wags in tune with lips that loathe.

Men seek blood’s hue with a stately coarse growl

When thy bodice draws eyes as I do clothe.

Pleasure hath seeps not from my heart, but yours

Races as stars stream through heavens of light.

I cloak thy shame though sin punctures me like soars.

Hunger still grabs thy gut within each night.

I will soon be but an image through time,

A soul sick body that God at first forsake.

He claims nature as mine will not sublime,

And thus destroy those from whose breath I take.

So thou engage to pledge my love away,

And thus search for that one golden born day.