The Decent Conduit

And we shall not rave to the infidels,
Let us become calm as they diverge,
We will strange our hearts to folly's tavern.

Let them thirst for insensible ale,
We shall feast in the company of nobles,
Come my cohorts, choose the path of least digression.

They will cloak themselves with deceit,
They rendezvous on the soil of devastation,
Let us be burdened with justice.

The infantile will be naked once more,
Stripping themselves of integrity,
We will adorn our vessel with their shams.

Watch them charade in the courts of aristocracy,
A banquet paraded with an egotistic verve,
Rest my allies, in the destined judgment owed to man.

Listen to the miserable, they wail for a savior.
They swallow their tears, as they feast on damnation.
Let us pardon them, the despondent devotees.