The Libertines (A Poem in Verse)

Born Nicolaitans,

Heretics all,

Counterfeits answ'ring

A fraudulent Call:

Call us lost,

Call us sinners,

Or Golgathan crooks,

Skeptics like addicts

On upheaval hooked,

But we are the future,

And lost though we be,

You too once did dabble

In apostasy.

And when the damp darkness

Hemmed in the great world,

No torch did you offer,

No banner unfurled.

For you left us to languish,

To grope in the dark,

To live like the lightning

And forge our own sparks.