What name shall I call you?
Scornful son of Absalom
Who wrecks the sacred grove.
For success you would part
With even the most holy
Beliefs which were your own.
Oath breaker to father
A shame to your mother
Vile traitor to your own
Thou blind man of the morn
On whom Dawn scatters vainly
Her rays on your bleached eyes.
You amongst the cattle
Led the charge when Hermes came
To find your new cavern.
May your tired clichéd ass
Hang you by your empty head
From the limbs of your conceit.
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