Henceforth, Moreover Herein Poem by James McLain

My center goes out down on me, useless thing it is and death.
Henceforth moreover herein, the damage it never stops it dripps.
It dripps whilst you are insinuating of the feet.
Hence you come helpless are you because of me,
as for God as for your naughty badness.
Midnight is the devils insanity it has overtly won.
And large are the waves there it is sour,
hell and that mighty hand of this his world of the bitter taste it has left.