Tempting Haiwa

I'll never bow to your inferior creatures of clay;
Cast me deep as you wish in hell.

In murmuring false words
I'll drive haiwa out,
Down through rampant flames.

Eat the fruit sweetest smelling tree bears
Lest you ever wish yourself bear child, child.

Sin
Sin
Sin
Sin

Despair herein.

I am your shepherd now.
He who's borne of smokeless fire;
He who whispers,
Coaxing weakest of wills.

All this world will fear the word of my glib tongue,
Cowering at the thought of trusting feeble, self-guiding principles, dared.

(haiwa, what have you done? you've doomed us.
Exiled out 'mongst the stone and thorn bush.
Lover, what have you done? come tell me;
Tell were your feeble, self-guiding principles dared?)

Join us lost souls of "life,"
There will be no more leisure in your being;
Blame your bearing one.

(pathetic, weak animate;
How could he compare you to
The likes of all this excellence?)