Gods are with the anger of good men,
They skilfully play with the soul
So men do resist when played upon.
But choosing the jobs we commit
Lets water and food,
Collects credits and deeds of good
For the gods who make us resist.
There is courage where anger rests,
Innocent strength married with wisdom
Is the source of polite bravery
That skills are generated.
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