When the tables turned!A Poem by andrew mitchell
When the tables turned
sadly it was not the knights of the round table. But a similar quest to the holy grail indeed, when all is revealed in the inquisition of yesterday's priests. Yes, no longer are the followers to enter the confessional box to confess, but now the priests themselves. For to flog a priest is to get to the truth for all their dreadful sins sitting in their fields of gold what lies beneath their cloaks. But their cowardly lies, and toxic charm, and the oath they took to remain silent. Who are the heathens now!
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1 Review Added on September 30, 2018 Last Updated on September 30, 2018 Authorandrew mitchelladelaide, AustraliaAboutStrindberg said. " When I come home and sit at my writing table, then I live.... I live, and I live in manifold fashion of all human beings. I depict; I am glad with the glad, wicked with the wicked,.. more.. |

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