Or sowest poison in the air;
And if man reapeth life or death,
Thou dost not know, thou dost not care.
Thou art God’s instrument of fate,
Obedient, mighty, soulless, blind,
No demon to propitiate,
No deity in love enshrined.
Let him who turns from God away
To Bel or Moloch bend the knee;
Defile his soul to wood or clay,