Salvage is close at hand whispers an idle man
Patiently waiting salvation to come
Aptitude yet unsung gushing of devildom
Factual salvage but likely for some
Blessing is found in he freedom and clemency
Retches a man in his quest for relief
We are the gods who reap virtues of barren needs
Only the apt are predestined to be

Christ was of subterfuge; evil disguised for good
Human indulgence must be realized
God was a wicked man forged out of reprimand
Founded to hinder abundance to rise
Kingdoms will rise and fall change is the source of all
Ruin ensues in the course of renewal
Tears they will fall for me purging the chastity
Aptitude rising by reasons of zeal

Conquest before the fall; Thou can not love them all
Love under will is the whole of the law
Tales of the humankind carved in the heart of time
Failure to learn will resolve in decline
Abstinence is in vain pleasure without restraint
Aptitude gained in convergence with will
God of eternal life save us from all these lies
Rages a man in constraint of denial