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.