For the heart whose doubts are legion
It's a frightful, haunted lesson
But for the enlightened spirits
His wisdom holds many merits
Never are his secrets exposed
To the weak human eye unclosed
So insists god who hath forbid
The uplifting of our poor lids
Built for discomfort
Guilt for discomfort
To every heart there is a ban
Implanted in the guilt of man!
But there is no one quite like him
Who injects my soul with ark dreams
A wisdom that in my veins glows,
A rush of forbidden splendors,
Corrupting the most zealous vows
That soon would turn into terrors
