Sin, When It Is Finished, Bringeth Forth

A Lamb Appears A Lion, And We Fear Each Bush We See's A Bear.

Sweet Tastes Have Sour Closes; And He Repents On Thorns That Sleeps In Beds Of Roses.

Take Heed Thou Trust Not The Deceitful Lap Of Wanton Dalilah; The World's A Trap.

Let The Fear Of A Danger Be A Spur To Prevent It.

Even Such Is Man, Whose Glory Lendshis Life A Blaze Or Two, And Ends.