Eternal Cain

IF luscious fruit begat of tree
Beget but its own dam the tree,
May weal of Man begat of woe
Beget aught else for him but woe?


Since blood-red dawn of fateful day
This Brute-Divine saw light of day,
Whilst God in man, sees Right from Wrong,
'Tis Brute in him, to right a wrong,
That spills the blood of brother man
And stills the Voice of God in man!

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