text_original: A world to which ye proffered lies alone Learns now from Death the horror of your truth. 132 ON THE GREAT WAR III How have you fed your people upon lies, And cried "Peace! peace!" and knew it would not be
text_transcription: A WORLD TO WHICH YE PROPHET LIES ALONE LEARNS NOW FROM DEATH THE HORROR OF YOUR TRUTH THREE HOW HAVE YOU FED YOUR PEOPLE UPON LIES AND CRIED PEACE PEACE AND KNEW IT WOULD NOT BE
phonemes: ɐ wˈɜːld tʊ wˌɪtʃ jiː pɹˈɑːfɚd lˈaɪz ɐlˈoʊn lˈɜːnz nˈaʊ fɹʌm dˈɛθ ðə hˈɔɹɚɹ ʌv jʊɹ tɹˈuːθ. wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd θˈɜːɾi tˈuː ɔnðə ɡɹˈeɪt dˌʌbəljˌuːˌeɪˈɑːɹ ɹˌoʊmən θɹˈiː hˌaʊ hæv juː fˈɛd jʊɹ pˈiːpəl əpˌɑːn lˈaɪz, ænd kɹˈaɪd "pˈiːs! pˈiːs!" ænd nˈuː ɪt wʊd nˌɑːt bˈiː