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Aug 2017
I must have slumbered through the sermon -
Till it's cruel creeds - knocked - at my mind -
I - convulsing - hated it at once -
Drunk on a poison wine -
'Twas unlike any other pain -
Which - convulsing - I had felt -
Spirit - sore - contused -
Inflicted with weals - welts -
I'm glad I'm foreign to that law -
For which he sings - inspired -
I peeped inside my self to find -
A spirit which for freedoms strived - dared -
The piety of evil hurt me -
But t'was not a pain new -
The devil had so often tried -
To steep me in struggle - rue -
Now I ascend the staircase -
In to a Heaven dreamt -
To free sweet bird from evil word -
Suffice only to taunt and tempt -
Megan Sherman
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