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! -yfa
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