where rivers of blood ran green
where floods dismayed reason as though
to speak a name were treason o!
yet here on this pasture fair
now gathered lord with you ere
what seemed powerful pales in truth
nothing then but the bitterest root
nothing then could call that ill
nay not till caverns scorned are filled
with promise of deliverance
light a torch for littluns
those spayed by torture limb from limb
crimeless, cryless victim?
a soul formed in its mother's womb
now made to screamless tomb
i will not said i
not stand by
while unspeakable horrors claim my kin
even this the littlest un/
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