White line glared in contrast ‘gainst darkest right:
No equivocation passed purist’s lips.
Law master of dominions! Behold it’s might!
Mercilessly slaughters sinners in its grip.
One hundred million reasons, no excuse;
Charms that moved him forward now go nowhere.
With third strike-out became rotting refuse;
No escape from warden who tends his snares.
Treasures he stole shined more than purest gold,
Tempted beyond strength of this mortal man.
Left to stand alone, worshiped pyrite so cold,
With solitary heart tends empty pan.
Forgiveness craved till the end of his days
Will forever beyond reach far away.