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The Devil's Throne
Peasant bread to feed the masses,
millers stone between the classes
Grovel here and grovel there,
crumbs for beggars-no meat to share
Caught inside the rising dough,
leavened voices cry out low
Baking deep within the flames,
bribes that lie-and Lords to blame
With each slice cut, Hell calls a name,
its coals to brand, ignoble fame
Bread for the masses, meat off the bone,
revenge on fire-the Devil's throne
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)
millers stone between the classes
Grovel here and grovel there,
crumbs for beggars-no meat to share
Caught inside the rising dough,
leavened voices cry out low
Baking deep within the flames,
bribes that lie-and Lords to blame
With each slice cut, Hell calls a name,
its coals to brand, ignoble fame
Bread for the masses, meat off the bone,
revenge on fire-the Devil's throne
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)
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The Devil`s Throne
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