Judge Noble Thy Neck The Yoke

Judge Noble Thy Neck The Yoke; not purged, The law, cannot but lay law less, closed within those hands; that bend from wills, once laid hidden, there gowns from clouds cloaked therein transparency. Judge then those crimes that were commited, against that yoke, this thier is from your fear. The pain of mind that leaves behind all of that which once held dear, too that soul. That yoke of lore, even then off thou now discerned would hold the mighty Samson. Bound in fairness, yoked to freedom, dragged under ground from fear of you and your kind, the heart that havens, the soul of despair and from the mind of hopelessness letting that evil reign.