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Last came Anarchy: he rode
On a white horse, splashed w/ blood;
He was pale even to the lips,
Like Death in the Apocalypse
And he wore a kingly crown,
And in his grasp a sceptre shone;
On his brow this mark I saw—
I AM GOD, AND KING, AND LAW!
—Shelley #Peterloo2019 #Peterloo200