The Perfect, The Imperfect Poem by Spinner Parrot

When worsen the worse
And dust welcomes the gust.
Let dares not human plead.
This earth torment to flee.


Sneezes gust accross the shore.
Along bay gout blood.
In midst not us boats to sink.
Despite the bloody sin.


Equity in human dwell.
Pity not so the fell.
Bestowed us methinks mercy.
marred but by heresy.


Call I on this nation.
To back sinful station.
Anon to come fright.
If on persist the night (dackness)