In the name of Thy Father did it torment you more than buried nails in thy mighty hands when mortals worshipped goodness and dismissed failing? Were eyes who beheld every misery bleed same way as Mother's mankind carved image swallowed heavenly body for salvation themselves not their charity you? Pray tell me reckon thyself a dog grace rather God it? O Heavenly gladdened my wicked being that we were akin to each other our benevolence but despised viciousness.