An Angel Called Detestation
Alas! Why thou still exist’d,
by Instalasi Sastra
In every one of us;
When our heart can not resist’d,
More and more strong thou flush.
Thou infiltrated our bosom,
Lurk quiet behind the virtue;
So hush thou crawl from the bottom,
To take control our heart due.
Thou incubate a dissension among us,
An extend’d abomination;
But still in our heart we trust,
To defeat thou with affection.