Did I Request Thee, Maker, From My

Reason Is Also Choice.

First Moloch, Horrid King, Besmirched In Blood, Of Human Sacrifice, And Parent's Tears, Though, For The Noise Of Drums And Timbrels Loud, Their Childrens' Cries Unheard, That Passed Through Fire, To His Grim Idol.

But Pain Is Perfect Misery, The Worst Of Evils, And Excessive, Overturns All Patience.

All Seemed Well Pleased, All Seemed, But Were Not All.

Above The Smoke And Stir Of This Dim Spot Which Men Call Earth.