Sonnet 1: the Question
A thousand years of lies has been given.
Living a lie of truth and of no sight.
For this time we have been liven.
Oh my do we keep flying this kite!
They gave a word to misuse.
Everyone was a lamb or snake.
Oh how did they use it to abuse!
Failure to follow was a cause to be in a bake.
Woe to the saints!
The people with minds of knowledge fell.
For us so many gave faints.
Can you hear the cry of their bell?
Why did only a few stand up to give it a question?
Oh why was only a few courageous to give it a mention?
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