Evil blossomed in all men's breasts
Brand hot malice boiled their minds
Grew hot the varicoloured poison
Was evident in their injurious word
A mood of ill thought toward other men
With murder wound about
A king commands the strong ones to go
March the stone of the street
From their solid plain, go forward
Tread the earth-ways to green plains new
Their errand in doctrines did lead to other lands
By the king's word, from the earth
To make resurrection, to lay their land to rest
Limbs to gather up, spirits to take
Not for the many, but serve only the few
Forth they came to the people announce
Whom they as gods in might understood
Then set out they, to go forth and claim
As him the Lord who had appointed them
Over the boundary paths
Where the bodies of those who stood
The corpses of their fathers
Had in struggle been concealed!
Then the elders again began, sinful to say
That it by magic arts was done
By glamour, that the bright one
Spake before men and left them judged!
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