THey that can do no hurt are innocent
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As Child unborn, so the Dead are meant:
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Therefore they said they died, not lived so,
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Else their last Breath had them opposd with no.
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Which filld the Air with Poison in their Word,
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Able to turn the Edge of Justice Sword.
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Had it been true, but Truth is not their Guise,
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Their Sacred Order Lives and Thrives by Lyes.
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Yet they die Martyrs all. Why? whats the reason?
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They die all for Religion; which is Treason.
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Idolatries, Lyes, Blasphemies and worse,
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Are their Religion, bound up with a Curse.
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Poysons, Rapes, Massacres, are Saint-like Ware,
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And Holy Dictates, of the Roman Chair.
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Perjuries, Murthers, are their Laws; twere sin
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Not to be still found Dutiful therein:
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To Kill all Hereticks, is no Plot now,
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But true Devotion, and Religions Vow.
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Kings are Usurpers, that hold not their Crown
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Derived from Roman Mitre, and must down.
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They are more Troublesom than Egypts Frogs,
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And must be Killd as Vermine, or Mad Dogs.
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Thus they Promote the Scarlet Interest,
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In Honour to the Whore, and to the Beast.
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Apollyon, Abaddon, bids them Burn,
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And Root out Nations that will not Turn.
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Therefore they merit the three Crowned Horn;
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And die as Innocent as Child unborn.
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