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Robert W Service - The DamnedRobert W Service - The Damned
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My days are haunted by the thought Of men in coils of Justice caught With stone and steel, in chain and cell, Of men condemned to living hell,—                      Yet blame them not.                       In my sun-joy their dark I see: For what they are and had to be Blame Nature, red in tooth and claw, Blame laws beyond all human law,                      —Blame Destiny. Behind blind walls I see them go, Grim spectres of eternal woe, Drained grey of hope, dead souls of self-slain,— And yet I know with pang of pain                      It must be so. I know that brother`s blood they`ve spilt, And sons of Cain must pay their guilt; I know the deviltries that stem From dark abyss we must condemn; I know that but for heaven`s grace We might be rotting in their place:                      —God pity them!
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