Soi-Disant Quasimodo

The Humane thing to do What? Germane to hideous creation of the devil A crushing sound under the foundling wheel Indeed a low bloody Sunday Their self-styed miscarriage of justice Refining pagan witchcraft with a changeling of names Does not negate the fact that little hands and feet are pierced by a voice not their own Falling upon your own sword only seems noble because you have lost the war Just as Frankenstein’s monster drowns a little flower the milk-brothers are pouring muddy water thick upon the ground Rachel weeps All the while you know they would have said somethiing and do but your fruit is doom, if there is no repentance Helen Keller should have taught you something "I always knew He was there, but I didn't know His name!"