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O beguiling busts of benevolence!

For so long you have reigned

Those rudiments rare

Of that long gone reverence!

Purge and purify the petrified path

That burns with a woeful wrath

Through the mind of modern man!

Let not the sturdy shanks of sorrow

Sink it's keen claws into new laws!

Never will I rest, or be at my best

Until when his ends engender into means.