My vagabonded rebels what she wrote
Of bravery and stupidity
Write me a sonnet
That tells me of old
Before they burned my books
They walk in sheep skins
The wolves of ignorance and respite
Condemning us to follow
They hide behind almighty vows
And use his image to enforce
But to their own device
They twist and lie and twist
Till there is not truth
But what they speak
And they speak of evil
Of the written word
And harming the innocents
Normality, my dead concept
But to those who are no more
We brave the morning
But not the storm
God has allowed a scoundrel
And the Devil has compelled
That this evil
May allow
For the blind to lead the weak
And for the hidden never speak
Always remember
That ignorance does not win a war
Breeds only sorrow
My lover becomes the nemesis
When the brave cannot desist
A bridge to cross
Another to burn
Still there is much to yearn
And chivalry is dead
Then there is nothing left to tread
But remember--
Nothing is ever hidden
You just have to know where to look. poem from Adelia

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