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To put this World down, like a Bundle
And walk steady, away
Requires Energy—possibly Agony
'Tis the Scarlet way

Trodden with straight renunciation
By the Son of God
Later, his faint Confederates
Justify the Road

Flavors of that old Crucifixion
Filaments of Bloom, Pontius Pilate sowed
Strong Clusters, from Barabbas' Tomb

Sacrament, Saints partook before us
Patent, every drop
With the Brand of the Gentile Drinker
Who indorsed the Cup