1.

Man is like a scourge
And man is like a plague
And man is so forgetful
Of his crimes in bloody rage

Down into the chasm
He enlarged his grand affairs
Into a liquid potion
Drinking off his wares

Has god forgotten too
To be gracious should be divine
And this good book empty pages
To the brain that's rich and fine

Has god forsook environments
With pestilence prolonged
Or gravity expertly knows
A god as maimed as wronged

And away the gain is forgotten
While the cherished die in pits
All constant as a star
Scaring me from house and wits

Coming on the spring
Like a mighty weapon...