Always receiving and never giving.
                           You may not experience me until you are ready.

                             I'll accept both flows if I'm under your roof
                                And discriminate you in public places
                                   Crosses, I will support the most.
                               Arrows, only on dark-making moments.
                  In the deep foundation I'll make everything disappear.
                           Wallowing in stench for but a brief moment,
                     For the great worms of the earth are in my services.

                                      Receiving too much of you,
                                 From blight to bright, I will refuse.
                          You may convince me with violent plough.
                              In the end my chest will be filled,
                                   Waiting for the next sitting.