With what satiety your nurture holds my sweet belief, it’s in our fearful hearts we find relief.
With the scent of distrust, it’s my inscription you entrust.
Sobriety of lust, your virtue is a must.
Around my neck your amulet, envious encapsulate.
Malicious predation, false facade of indignation.
With your sound in my calling, it’s you I hear falling.
In between [...]