Chapter 136 of 221 · 50 words · ~1 min read

IV.

Well may ye, felons of the time, Still loathing all that's pure and free, Add this to many a thousand crime 'Gainst peace and sweet humanity: Ye, who have wrapped our towns in flame, Defiled our shrines, befouled our homes, But fitly turn your murderous aim Against Jehovah's ancient domes.