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The Grey Monk

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1 'I die, I die!' the Mother said,
2 'My children die for lack of bread.
3 What more has the merciless Tyrant said?'
4 The Monk sat down on the stony bed.

5 The blood red ran from the Grey Monk's side,
6 His hands and feet were wounded wide,
7 His body bent, his arms and knees
8 Like to the roots of ancient trees.
9 His eye was dry; no tear could flow:
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Bjpafa Meragente 28 October 2020
Poets like Blake were sometimes like orthodox zealots. And so, they, the poetry fail, as his muses ashamed...
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Thomas Mariole 26 March 2017
Revenge is not always the best option
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