Haggard hawk hovering
High above, mother hen 
Perturbs, for it's woe to
 
The world, angels falling
From heaven to hell,  
Merriment, and women their 
 
Act of action, the 
Perfect ones brought the 
Rules, and broke the rules, 
What though will a mortal 
Man do? 
I see serpents in saints 
All day' 
The clergy with all their 
Energy couldn't hide this, 
Heresy highly murdered, 
Was the devil right in Eden
They wondered, 
Perhaps my eyes are still
Bound to be opened, 
They find Solomon's bane, 
But it can never bind us, 
With their segregation of 
Levity, and laity,  
 
Was Galileo Galilei for Gog 
And ma'gog? 
Or the creator? 
 
Where my thoughts, and 
His's still wails in the 
Waves, who will elucidate this  
Elusive self existence, and
 
Phenomenon, was there? 
Were they, is there ever the  
Enlightened ones?                
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