Lesser men might quake with cowardice.
But you,
You will burst into anything,
Take any pain, bear any burden.
Be it arrows,
Be it cannons,
Be it governments,
Be it fairness,
Be it mothers,
Be it fathers,
Be it shame,
Be it skies,
Be it oceans,
Be it gods.
So why is this?
Why (how?) can one glass of pride
Burn through you like fire?
Can this liquor truly be so potent a poison?
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