In his own worth
In his life was grace
Even in his heart and memories
He was god
But now in oblivion
And his darkest days yet to come
A soul now free from stains of evil
Nor can this thought of him
Who loved him least
If he ever was loved
He cannot raze out
His lamented tomb
Remembering what he is
But suiting to his habit
And his virtue was best attired
Now in the waste of many idle words
Not cared to be heard
He who search for the child pure at heart
Lost within him
The true love and active grace
Gestures so mild
Clean-tempered, steady trust
As he descended from his illustrious blood
He heard
The overwhelming sound of lust and desire
With great confidence
He joined them in sinful fornication
As God wept, and the Earth raged
He fell from grace
Never had he known such passion
He was free

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