I'll  never  bow  to  your  inferior  creatures  of  clay;

cast  me  deep  as  you  wish  in  hell.

In  murmuring  false  words

I'll  drive  Haiwa  out,

down  through  rampant  flames.

Eat  the  fruit  sweetest  smelling  tree  bears

lest  you  ever  wish  yourself  bear  child,  child.

Sin

Sin

Sin

Sin

Despair  herein.

I  am  your  shepherd  now.

He  who's  borne  of  smokeless  fire;

he  who  whispers,

coaxing  weakest  of  wills.

All  this  world  will  fear  the  word  of  my  glib  tongue,

cowering  at  the  thought  of  trusting  feeble,  self-guiding  principles,  dared.

Join  us  lost  souls  of  "Life,"

there  will  be  no  more  leisure  in  your  being;

blame  your  bearing  one.