POET: And Man compels mysterious motherhood to the morgue, And mother-joy to the abortion-chamber.
TRUTH: You are all hypocrites, worshipping a lie ; Cowards, stealing along a crooked path ; Preferring stale incense To the breath of the morning.
POET: And I am consenting.
TRUTH: Whoever consents is guilty.
POET: I will be brave. I will be willing to die.
TRUTH: Not one must be brave, but many.
POET:
I have degraded the mothers and denied life to the children.
TRUTH: If one be degraded, all are degraded.
POET: I have consented to a lie.
TRUTH: If but only one perish by a lie, Either the lie must perish or all will perish. s^
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TRUTH:
Love, master of all, god of gods,
Creator of creation,
Invisible, invincible, eternal.
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