Seven Long Months has faded quite away
Since INNOCENCE itself became prey to Bloody men.
Was it my Eyes deceiv'd me? did I dream Or did I Clearly see through every scene, Bloody Trickling Down? Doth not the Stings of Conscience prick he sore,
In laying Harmless Youths in Bloody Gore Ye Murderers all.
But now at length your trials they draw near.
Can you expect GOD'S righteous Laws to clear [you] In doing this?
Impartial trials we do hope to see And may no Bribes be Giv'n to set you free from Rightful Laws.
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