Beauty of the Earth is dying,
Why do people keep on lying,
I've come for Joy, yet sins conquered,
All the truth of mine has disappeared!

World modern has intricate, albeit less believers,
To thy hope dies like a flower,
When sorrow hour arrives call MIGHTY,
Tongue is gnomic for glee MAJESTY!

Faith have gratis like fluvial,
Fulminate by unknown to prevail. 

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