Poem by Stephen Crane

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Supposing that I should have the courage
To let a red sword of virtue
Plunge into my heart,
Letting to the weeds of the ground
My sinful blood,
What can you offer me?
A gardened castle?
A flowery kingdom?

What? A hope?
Then hence with your red sword of virtue.

1. You tell me this is God?
2. Once a man clambering to the housetops
3. Blustering God
4. If there is a witness to my little life
5. There came whisperings in the winds

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