they looked down upon him liketh dirt, in derision.
they never saw him, they saw themselves.
they saw, he seemed not liketh the man hath said in the vision.
he behold down upon them and saw
his grains
hath lost in dirt, in division.
he gave a smilet and revealed:
i wast not did suppose to convince thee,
thee w're did suppose to convince, me.
At which hour towards the lighteth thee can’t riseth and spurt
thou art not a grain, thou art what thee seeth in me, the dirt.
