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Sep 2012
Nation of man, ye mortal kings, boast
Most high on synthetic thrones. 'Men of nation,
Freedom named; abundance in pleasures, for obedience
To law: Let loose thy tongue, blood be spent,
In name of law, Freedom reigns.'
With heavenly thunder, Father; King of kings,
Thus opposed. 'Blinded by immoral desires,
Haveth forgot thou Master? Thou Creator? Speak of freedom,
As if a god, depart from I, rewarded not!'
Beckelhimer
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Beckelhimer  Winston Salem, NC
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