the pretty face
the tangled hair
the curving lips
all such are snares
(but the end as bitter as)
chains of gold
studs of silver
a scarlet thread
my beloved spake and said:
love
is
strong
as
death
falling down
’till their steps take hold on hell
the steps of the meek
are set by the lord
and they lead
out of this land of the living
till their steps take hold on hell
it is written
this is the duty
the duty of man
fear the lord
but my beloved spake and said:
love
is
strong
as
death
falling down
till their step take hold on hell
but my
but my beloved
but my beloved spake and said:
love
is
strong
as
(text obtained at random from song of solomon)
dick witts 