The thoughts of men
the deeds of men
the lust of men
the greed of men
spring from the den
not knowing when
come up in ten
sometimes like a hen
fluttering like wren
other times from weapons
sharp, incisive and open
getting into the deepen
causing a cut sharpen
with a wordy dampen
able greatly to widen
never possible to shorten
finally releasing a rebellion
bringing in chaos and commotion
by a siege and desolation.
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