Harbored is the unknown corruption in the curtains of the dark night.
Hasten, the will withers and wains thus you must take flight!
Hallow is the Godless gain gotten in giving to the plight.
Halt, the force of the feared foe must you once again fight!
Anchored to this vain vessel is the Lifeless Lord of the quick.
Arm yourself, never waning is the Living Lord’s word of wisdom!
Abandoned not are those that are suffering and oh so sick.
Ascend, there is no gain in this vain valley save but glory for the Kingdom!
Damaged are the hearts that give hold unto his hell born dark Knight.
Dabble not, fling the Lifeless Lord of the quick from your sight!
Damned is the Prince of petty lies despite his vile visage of might.
Dally never, reap all that is righteous in this absence of light!
Escape from this lethargic state of suffering is a must!
Salvation can be had for those who wish to turn to God from their lust!