The Between

And most of blessed things
Have evil spirit in their genes
It’s present’s passed
And hunted down as singers had foreseen
What good may (?) bring
It never set out to be mean
They rock, they roll
Undoing what’s concealed in the between
One infant next of kin
Will kind, sweet blindness ever be
And Dog forbid
The horror-shows this Tomberry will see
One infant born from sin
It sees the bitterness of dreams
The wonder-stuff
Knows Jona (?)
(?) face is always grim
(?) giving water to the seeds
Its smil is sad
(?) the life after thirteen
Maks me believe what I have seen
But worst of all