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| "A NOBLE TRANSGRESSION" You ask of me; yet think me still, inferior to your great thrill; And of your lands, your legions fill, to die for you and thus I will. I cannot promise night or day, and of your debts I can't repay; So one last object...end my way, now before you it will lay. You, the mother who has no time, bourne of you in now my prime; What place is this that's so sublime, ignores my need like it were crime. I'll shun this place, deny my past, Yet gawk at me, they all amassed Do point a finger to me the last, who'll not forgive for those days past. Refuse my emotions, all my tears, I resent of those which know my fears; Look not to me...I'll hide for years, but wait for rise among my peers. At last the day when I am called, to help your problems be then solved; your service strikes me un-appalled, my life...this place...within evolved. Though hard to swallow is the pill, and God have mercy, for I you kill; But as my right my duty still... to die for you, and thus I will. |
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