Onx Onx An Metik [OOAM]

And the privy admonishers of men
Call for fires in the City
For heaps of smoking ruins,
in the night of prosperity & wantonness

To turn man from his path,
To restrain the child from the womb,
to cut off the bread from the city,
That the remnant may learn to obey.

That the pride of the heart may fail;
That the lust of the eyes, may be quench'd:;
That the delicate ear in its infancy
May be dull'd; and the nostrils clos'd up;
To teach mortal worms the path
That leads from the gates of the Grave.

-William Blake