Law

Though a band of evildoers encircle me,
To say to themselves, "Let us corrupt his heart,
"And make him mad," I stand in innocence.
What hidden sins be found with me,
They are washed by blood.
Though my own hate me, and wish me to be vile,
Though they tell me I have lost something,
No, I shall say, "I have gained."
For, though you try, you cannot 
Pry from me the pearl embedded in my soul.
Precious fount of wisdom, though Sin
Whisper in my ear from my youth,
"You shall die, if you pursue your calling,"
I work to reveal mysteries to the saints,
And am settled in my heart, to let the world die
If so I shall live. For I will not save it.
You wish to have a rotten world,
And say, "It is peace,"
We shall see. We shall see.
I will give up, and we shall see what you do with it.
You who rage, to take from me even the Gospel,
You cannot.