Water deep
Water few
Water people
Water due

Water eats salt
Like a ghost, with nothing else
To show, for a reach a fault?
Water in the weigh, of a prophecy of hell...

Stoic, the taste...
Of a conscience
Who is a praise, for a waiting haste?
Justice, for coping some, of presence?

The secrecy of worldly worth?
Had; like a star of judgment's liberty
Can a patience, be of this meant earth?
Liberating a holy guarantee, we invented puberty...

Dead and loving it?
Where has, justice's babel been?
Work before a rainbow, and hence made spit...
War with a cleaner eye, has forever to win...