Weep no more in tainted hush,
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Nor beat thy breast inherit dust.
The fools they lie in graves they dug,
Long dead the smirk of smite and smug.
Gone the breath of consecrated waste,
Set foul the winds by way of haste.
Embarking earnest for reality lost,
To the pompous we over paid the cost.
In the end martyred truth prevails,
Mans own injury to injury to set sail.
Blood shed for nigh and purposeless obsession,
Consequent the termination of pious oppression.