He,
who would
trot out the rack
to baptize
those with villainous intent,
in torrents of misery,
may yet press,
from their trembling lips,
the answers that one seeks.
But what becomes of a land
whose rulers cast
lumbar shadows on the divine,
then, raise their sullied hands
to praise him?
That is the question.
who would
trot out the rack
to baptize
those with villainous intent,
in torrents of misery,
may yet press,
from their trembling lips,
the answers that one seeks.
But what becomes of a land
whose rulers cast
lumbar shadows on the divine,
then, raise their sullied hands
to praise him?
That is the question.
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