*GOODLY LOANS*

So I sat to hearken Master's words
This noon, as it rife down narrow veins
In rows like blood.

And the master
Made an imperative word

O son of man,
Dole out,
In the cause of your lord
And you shall receive in two folds

Certainly,
Thee hath made a
Goodly loan
To thy lord

*paciolo pen saint*