Sleeping from trees, mouths of graveyards wait Low lying fruit idly by, Pray for heaven’s door Pale light, last sight The hangman quivers And the Medes build gallows, Snares And gilded cages Barons and conquerors, conquistadors salute Bloody Marys hail Missionary fervours gale Pied Pipers wisp and drown The children are framed […]
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