The Seeming Saviour hath setting loose ‘gainst loose been taken.
That maketh him prey of none still.
The Seeming Saviour is appraised: The craven lurkers creep off in their holes.
The Seeming Saviour speaketh of his old sins with nimbly split a master’s tongue; as of old; those told as of old put in fright.
But old and told is of two entangled sprouts just; the third, mine, is of new another old tale.
It taketh to reason
Reason ‘gainst treason
The Seeming Saviour as raw wedge
To have all on the death sledge
Run pale
