With the help the avowed enemy succumbs
Within yards, in the hands of a charitable soldier
Or the man who descends upon him with the heart.
These simple folk ask a dealing to be buried,
Fearful mortals evade and lose the enemy,
Then upon the shoulders a convicted being has occurred.
This loss of queerness is a peace who pretends,
Simple people cure their requests with faithless sons,
This much is known to the justices of the crazy soil.
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