Supplanter

Oh man, your choice was not Bright 

But who has deprived you of being Right ?

You labour, but to excite Enrage 

For you denied supplanter his Wage

There is the Lord of the hill

He is gentle and still

When rage bring low the height

In the house of deceives he is fully Engaged

Folk of aram, separate from Guilt

Backward is bewreck by the Rule

destruction you become without Testament 

For he grapes the heel for battle and received the salt

Oh, man be wise

Otherwise, be smite