The wicked witch worked weeks and weaved the Web
To catch the men and women in a spread
Of wants, desires, wicked love and lust -
And then to last, and last, and last, and last -
Last so long the Web'd become the dress,
The habit, means of life, road to success,
The only way we would enjoy our life -
Our tongue will not detest the bitter lie.
And then to reign - to be the Only Truth,
None is controlled, but everyone seduced,
No where to find, but everywhere to be -
And slowly corrupt the World of Thee.