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Sonnet LXXIII

Who is it that speaks truth? Where ancients lay,

In tombs unwritten in the scars of hate

Oh child, thine youth revoked, would ne’er play;

Where tears froze to a crystal clear deathrate.

Where life destruction found, this verse must speak,

That to this gloomed hist’ry, lend vital pen

When evil cloaked in number slew the weak,

And killed moral good in women and men.

Let all the world now expose such malice

And break the vile pattern’s wicked account

Baring horrid displays rough and callous

So evil outbreak ne’er again would mount

Living your truth in pride oh youthful fount

May thine words express love that’s paramount.

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