To follow not your conscience,
Just to satisfy the other's lot;
Is a real folly in all its guise,
Which will hold you so tightly.
If the course you really take,
And the path you hastily tread;
Are not the products of your will,
Then pains will be yours to bear.
You might be weak and can't stand,
On your own small feet of sand;
But why do you cling to a belief,
If only you can decide your fate?
It is a true folly to let the soul,
Be collared and chained with fear;
But it is a greater folly, to allow
The flesh be used in total abandon.
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