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Revolution Night
Contributed by
robbig60
on
Sunday, 9th March 2014 @ 11:39:09 AM in AEST
Topic:
political
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Dressed up peaky pale
In fashion, white of deathly throes
With foppish wigs and houndish tails
The damned do march, themselves the foes
Or did they prance from right,
From moral wind divinely sought,
To fire on revolution night,
To cruel an act, so swiftly brought
For Madame has no foes,
But victims claimed for her own,
With edicts only to dispose,
From those aloft the righteous throne.
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Re: Revolution Night
(User Rating: 1 ) by Invierno on
Sunday, 9th March 2014 @ 01:29:41 PM AEST (User
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How cool is this? I really like it! At the end, what is 'righteous' and is it the throne of France, or the head table of Which Madame' LaFarge issued her edicts? |
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