Courage is a lesion
That needs must lance
If faiths healing
Is to bleed and advance.
But, to do so
The body of the whole
Must take up the surgeon's scalpel
Without, any droll,
Excuses and stab
At the stagnant, yellow infliction
Stab! Till it bleeds and drains
-Out: The diseased sulphuric infection
Yes, woe betide
Any man or child,
Without any spiritual, courage
Without any sacramental images
What, would there be to refine
To give purpose too,
If all vintage wines
Were equally-without virtue
If each cup; was equally soured.
If each cup were half empty,
Were half empty, where they,
Were once full to the plenty
-Courage would lean-on-faith
And, faith would guard our sentry.
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