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Not harmony, that hurt of candles scorn
still burning at the church, as if reform
were but that one away, in essence borne
with truth and honor's cost within forlorn.
Oh, leverage of mine taught abiding scorn
the beauty of soul's wrought in spectrums storm
that empire of distraught is age forlorn
without a goal, as bought concern, do form!
The table empties short, for selfhood's earn
injustice as the score rejects self learn
together let us ply, and overturn
that function of uncaring of discern!
All but a betterment of effort, nothings spurn
while one small voice's rebuttal brings return
Oh God, but for the scuttle, we adjourn
that peace agreements fuddle merit's stern!
Adversity's new huddle, war's confirm
could bring new light to riddle, to conform
men's arguments, the diddle of gross learn
and Law on Law, the ridicule's concern!
The path be slower, honor as reserve
immortal bonding's retrospect . . . . . is serve!