Where Dost Madness Dwell? If insanity dwells within And heresy is accused Rest on the laurels of the base Or be defiled of thine own being Madness is what controlled men fear Their animal lurks beneath their wool clothes Like a wolf in sheep's skinned stealth The true blade lies within this sheath o skin Double edged yet bloodless More runs through the veins in a leaf Than bears metal in thine arteries O petrified forest of men Whose hearts have turned to stone Whose legs have taken root to ground Whose branches no longer expand Dare to think like a mad hatter or a March hare And allow Sherwood to thrive
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