"What Thine Sin Hath Bore"

September 14, 2009
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Worldly woes
Had brought
crude clouds of throes
That wrought
Life’s harsh and bitter snows
Of dolor
That’s all I thought
I had in store
Until the Womb Of Sorrows bore
The Key to the Door
To The Start of a War
Of a sanguine gore
That wantonly tore
Open the sore
From the last . . .-before
This happened

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