The Hate of Man
The hate of man doth rage and cry,And mocketh good men everywhere;
Each generation surges new,
Enthralled in Satan's wily snare,
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And kneel as some few choose to do,
In sober, supplicative prayer.
The Devil never goes unfed,
When prejudice is everywhere.
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