Avenge, O Lord, Thy Slaughtered Saints, Whose Bones Lie Scattered On The Alpine Mountains Cold; Ev'n Them Who Kept Thy Truth So Pure Of Old When All Our Fathers Worshipped Stocks And Stones Forget Not.

-John Milton

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Avenge, O Lord, Thy Slaughtered Saints, Whose

John Milton

Avenge, O Lord, Thy Slaughtered Saints, Whose Bones Lie Scattered On The Alpine Mountains Cold; Ev'n Them Who Kept Thy Truth So Pure Of Old When All Our Fathers Worshipped Stocks And Stones Forget Not.

Topic

Lying

Father

Mountain

You Can Make Hell Out Of Heaven And Heaven Out Of Hell. It's All In The Mind.

Inspirational

Heaven

Mind