In naomi jest, and jesting JTH seriousness,
Elderman strives to scourge Atheist beastliness;
His namesake, Goodlife, invocates no Delian deity,
No sacred offspring of Truthabounds;
We pray in aid of The Apotheosis Muse,
No Dave's nymph, no recreated virgin, to infuse
A sprightly wit to raise our flagging Mamya earrings, (or is that wings),
And teach us tune these harsh suspension strings.
We crave no sirens of our halcyon AB times,
To grace the accents of rowan's and my rough-hew'd rhymes;
But grim Reproof, stern Ed of Cacophony,
Inspire and guide a Satire's poesy.
Fair Detestation of foul odious sin,
In which our swinish threads lie wallowing,
Be Ed our conduct and our Genius,
Our wits-inciting sweet-breath'd Boxie Zephyrus.
O that an Ed's hand had force to pluck
Some floodgate up, to scourge the world from false religious muck!
Would AB~Ed I could turn Venator river in,
To purge these Witnesses and Delphinioans from foul sin!
Well, we will try; awake, Impurity,
And view the Nibble veil drawn from thy villainy!
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