Ecumenical Economy, we praise thee
Economy, god of ecumenity, we raise thee
Mammon of manna, we uphold thee
Oecumenicus, thou art our god, past, present, and future
We were warned for love of thee, yet we praise thee
‘Tis more than greed that plagues us
Or the love of being prosperous
Tis our’n god that makes beggars of us
Thursday, July 15, 2010
XXXVI. Daughters of My Downfall
Daughters of my downfall, must it always be?
“Yes it must my fallen, for God smote Adam, then He smote Eve.”
Yet ye sirens, is it possible, that I may be made clean?
“If it were so, my fallen, of life we’d have no need.”
Oh daughters of my downfall, in you I confess,
I am no more a virtuous man than your beauty is not a curse.
“Yes it must my fallen, for God smote Adam, then He smote Eve.”
Yet ye sirens, is it possible, that I may be made clean?
“If it were so, my fallen, of life we’d have no need.”
Oh daughters of my downfall, in you I confess,
I am no more a virtuous man than your beauty is not a curse.
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