VOICELESS
VOICELESS Woe to you Herods for babes you scythe Wrench skulls and bones from the tender womb Your death tools gnash; from pangs they writhe The abode of life reeks now of doom. The clatter of limbs resounds in the bins Chaste Mary it rends; see her eyes bleed. So bellow your wrath; atone for their... Sign in to see full entry.