The angels of God struggle ceaselessly;

Painting holy heavens a villainous

Hue of foul Satan, goodwill gone awry.

Please pity the labour of innocence.

Denied of the good fortune of childhood,

Only the despair of toil they possess.

Alas! Among merry hearts they withstood,

Alone in an abyss without caress.

Devoid of an education at the

Age of enlightenment, of frolic and

Play. Trapped in a vicious circle; sea

Of monsters drain all vigour in command.

Hear, O demons! The cries you claim as noise,

Echoing through darkest depths, a meek voice.