Shoulders on which the moon lay its head

Bearing eyes that wept with the clouds

Words that embraced this weak soul.

 

Heart that shared with strife

Back to back protecting this ray

Knees always bowed for this imperfection.

 

To it now is a shrine of wickedness

Revulsion from the pits of rivalry

Deceit from the mind of death.

 

Inclination to destroy spirit and flesh

Propelled by waves of envy

Conceived from nothingness.