Ink horn

The pen in my hand is a ready writer

God’s glory has come and gone

Weeping for another reconciliation

Taken away by the man with the ink horn

The inquisition come upon the sons of men.

 

And upon the forehead of them that sigh,

ascribe all the Abominations they permit,

God hears the howling of them that cry

Weeping after the crimes they commit.

 

He removes the write to review

With the ink horn; a mediator is born

To cleanse the city and make life renew

For everyone who has will to be reform.

 

Script by the ink horn in the writer’s hand

Embossed in the form of clean linen.