Courage I Fought Poem by immanuel santos

Purify me not the sound too glib
That I believe you have been like a clave.
How this bloke vituperates his sanity?
Neither his inanities thee made.
Sanctify me not your impurities
Because I swear my heart won’t feel pity.
I’m not holy but sinner as you
I suggest this give a flag to stop hurting you.
Yet you did gullible that you refute
Because you won’t drop of your foot
And go away finding your troop.
You don’t need to come back
Nor look back, rather
Gooodluck.