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Cryptic Phrases Fall upon the sand, In late afternoon, Playing Like  Old Words against a Memory. Ethereal Images, of Old masters Dancing Upon the Graves of Inquisitioners Whose words lie Bate to Silence ...............JMF 1969
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Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 6:35 AM UTC
The Inquisition
Cryptic Phrases Fall upon the sand, In late afternoon, Playing Like  Old Words against a Memory. Ethereal Images, of Old masters Dancing Upon the Graves of Inquisitioners Whose words lie Bate to Silence ...............JMF 1969
I penned this while studying the Spanish Inquisition in high School In honor of the Free thinkers Martyred for Science All the Work here is licensed under the Name ®SilverSilkenTongue and the © Property of J.Flack
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