Les Deux

Them we cast away as pestilence.
Yet that caricature is cast a serpent.

Upon himself brings judgement.
Lest every stone cast untouched,
With recompense of his measures.

Because his nature belies our father,
Himself is disregarded by the shepherd,
Unto the lake of fire which belongs,
With weeping and gnashing of teeth.

Grace is afforded to the dead,
Lest they cleave unto their life.

Since he was shewn no mercy:
He shall be fed an empty spoon.
He shall wither from his roots.
He will cry upon a deaf ear.

To be born; is to die,
To find life: is to be reborn,
Plant wisely as he and we will bear much fruit.

he is dead.
Yet, He will surely die.