Tyger

[Nonson]

THE TYGER

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
With your terror, might, and fright
What immortal hands or eyes
Could expose your fearful lies?

In what distant deeps or skies
Burns the hot fire of your eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder, and what art
Could twist the sinews of your heart?
And what could stop your heartbeat?
What dread hand? And what dread feet?

What the hammer? What the chain?
In what furnace was your brain?
What the anvil? What dead grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

Could our dear Founding Fathers
Arise from their restful graves,
Would they smile their work to see?
Or cackle with deadly glee?

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
With your terror, might, and fright
What immortal hands or eyes
Dare expose your fearful lies?

by William Blake (edited and expanded)

[Nonson]

Why no response to the worthy Mr. Blake's assessment of the situation? -THE DESTROYER-

[Nonson]

It was with all due humbleness as is required by the law of civility base upon a sure moral foundation that I did venture THE TYGER as perhaps an apt depiction of the Face of Christianity. Yet, none dare respond to this most wonderous portrait. -THE DESTROYER-

[andrewblow]

NOPE
The last statement + the signature do not correspond, so it's not worth the effort.

[Nonson]

Andrew, I beg to differ with you. Christianity and The Tyger are most definitely co-respondent in every facet. Surely you might see the truth of my claim if it were not for the fact that you are of biased eye. But we must your defect of reasoning in that you are unable to see anything that prejudiced you of your beloved Christianity. Just like a wife, you accept her with all of her many flaws, while hoping that no one else will notice. I do understand your terrible predicament, Andrew. I can also assure you that it will not get better with time. -THE DESTROYER-