Beliefs to horde the masses in
Frames that class the nobles and sins
A basic block of an Empires mead
To which the castles division beams
Religions to turn eyes that probe
Shandy to lips to soften the droll
Remedy for the troublesome host
Keeps the iron on the creases bold
In honor keep the dead kings
Of them whisper foul things
Such they in compare to Him
Hornless becom's the im'ediat' king
Praise the lord the maker of Him
Equal Him not to above Realm spirit
Raise Him in honor a fraction an inch
For objection never cometh of obsolete
If ever in need arise to deceive
Revolted would find ye Him
For Saint of angel molded be Him
For riddles to ye Him makes beliefs
From crib to ye a spoon feeds
Till even the shrewd sight over sees
The string of lies of a truth he weaves
So be written The Bible of Hornless decree