Run, Jack, Run

Run Jack, run,

For they merely

Do not see 

That unto thee

That they cast

Their stones and

Harsh crosses made

Of the wood of

Trees of ignorance

And doubt pronounced 

In their mortal,

Temporal mouths emptied

Of reason.

 

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