In accepting no Christ, I lose every hope.
Beauty is kept by a thought most vile.
How can I aspire to cope,
With this for any great while?

Depart me not, sweet logic.
I can in no good faith abandon you.
I ever shun unrighteous magic.
This I swear to never do.

Please, oh please love me so.
My love for you is burning,
And it can only grow…
Yet your shame-filled face is turning.

Depart me not, sweet logic.
I can in no good faith abandon you.
I ever shun unrighteous magic.
This I swear to never do.

Though you are beauteous,
You have one true vice.
To engage in ignorant-malice.
Is but one thing not nice.

Depart me not, sweet logic.
I can in no good faith abandon you.
I ever shun unrighteous magic.
This I swear to never do.

I can never bow to your untruth.
This is sadly no falsehood
Pity it must be so uncouth.
I can never strive but for good.