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These folk

A fickle and paranoid horde

Spread utterance of discord

Act judge and jury

Of those abhorred

See

How they avert their eyes

In shame holding close their lies

In place of suffering

Brothers in Christ

Desire

For a peace which evades

Never will a blessed day

Be found amidst

Their crooked ways

And now

They draw close

To pronounce their boast

"Something must be done

To still this Phantom's approach"