but what's right in the first place for my twist
of the truth in my heart to make it accomodate
all of the passions and affections to be sated
in the darkness of elation with what is hated
by the God Most High in all His Holiness, wonder
at the state of man who betrays with a kiss, not
bowing down in horror and reverence in confrontation
whence he ought to be convicted and sorrow in regret
not at what he has lost or what he might lose,
or what he might gain here, but that he does not choose
what is good in the sight of the one who is Truth
the hard road promised by He whom it behooved1, to show
utter love out of goodness with mercies in grace
unto those Him rejected and nailed to that stake.
1"taking up (for oneself)."
at the state of the man who doesn't kiss his feet
when he ought to be convicted and sorrow in regret
the hard road promised by He whom it behooved to show
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