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They came in droves; they came to see                          the body of the beast –                     Full dressed, immobile mystery,                                                                peaceably deceased.                                                                               In life this person mortified                                                       the body politic;      In death his visage could not hide                      those deeds that made us sick.. Who have we here on a simple bier                                                   laid out for all to see?                                                                                 Someone whom everyone would fear                                 were Death to set him free.                                                                Alas, the wicked do not last                                                           beyond the chains of death;                                                                                 Nor do we need a fresh forecast                                                               ..........as evil relives breath. This person was poison to young and old;                                                ...........Rich and poor were hoodwinked;                                                 In many matters he seemed bold,                           His crimes were clearly linked.    At his wake the tears shed                                                                   were tears of thankful joy,                                                                                   Glad we were this man was dead,                                                         no longer to annoy.
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Jun 17, 2016
Jun 17, 2016 at 12:08 AM UTC
russ-shurig
The Visitation, by Russ Shurig June 2016
They came in droves; they came to see                          the body of the beast –                     Full dressed, immobile mystery,                                                                peaceably deceased.                                                                               In life this person mortified                                                       the body politic;      In death his visage could not hide                      those deeds that made us sick.. Who have we here on a simple bier                                                   laid out for all to see?                                                                                 Someone whom everyone would fear                                 were Death to set him free.                                                                Alas, the wicked do not last                                                           beyond the chains of death;                                                                                 Nor do we need a fresh forecast                                                               ..........as evil relives breath. This person was poison to young and old;                                                ...........Rich and poor were hoodwinked;                                                 In many matters he seemed bold,                           His crimes were clearly linked.    At his wake the tears shed                                                                   were tears of thankful joy,                                                                                   Glad we were this man was dead,                                                         no longer to annoy.
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