the cause
A cause to justify, Assumptions to be cleared, Yet questions we avoid Like plague; However surgical, The clumsy hands reveal And spill the brewing mix... Like plague If I am to defend, Neither side nor the throne. I'll use the sword to mend The root I stand upon my ground, It's sovereign, my crown; I know where to begin. My foot!
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