to stand more falls against this stupid world that lingers
i'll stop my flight for now and shut myself as fingers
maybe it's the dope for it's not sane or light or nice or clever
but some must hope and face the pain to rise and fall again forever
a hurtful crown to fit in all of those who now are men of worth
to spill their blood till something Good at last is born upon the Earth
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