Sweet Liberty doth ring upon the anvil of world's grasp

To deftly use

That devil muse

In symphony of softest hues and Saviour's graceful gasp

Of Hope renewed amongst men

But Satan's spawn return anew to deftly use deceit

To deftly use

That Devil muse

Of greedy surplus ruse, in hate of any disciplines that seek

To consolidate that freedom

Then Lord of Life doth intervene with Law of Simple Love

To deftly use

That Angel muse

In simply fuse that cannot lose the flow of life above

The Love Test of our actions