How pity of thee,
Who damned in hell;
When thy heart can not see,
The true faith that bell.
Thou despise God and His Prophet named,
Along with His divine faith to all mankind.
Thy allegation based in shamed,
For the Prophet true words thou blind.
An artificial holy book blacken thy soul,
Veiling thy heart in everlasting bleak and barren;
When thy satire blaspheme turn so foul,
All the virtue shine weak upon thy tomb of warren.
