"The Stolen"

By Janus Black

Hark a tale of stolen gold,
Of only sounds from lips be sold,
Wonders past from mother-child,
Some be pure and some be wild,
Stolen lessons of old times be,
Plagiarisms called Christian decree,
Good morals in the hands of them,
That not be the Gospel whim,
From the makers of thy Deuteronomy,
Who made death for lust and sodomy,
Those feeble minds make me ill,
"IF IT HARM NONE, DO AS THOU WILL."