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,

what?

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.