Of a sickle sharp

He formed a harp

Scarlet thread

Was that of its wire

Then to heighten its sound

From the dominions he found

A third of its hosts

For a choir

So harken and hear

And to that draw near

When heard herald angels sing

But one of the three thieves

Is what you'll see

And he plays not a harp

But a lyre.

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Lou Layfield