Poem by Stephen Crane

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Charity thou art a lie,
A toy of women,
A pleasure of certain men.
In the presence of justice,
Lo, the walls of the temple
Are visible
Through thy form of sudden shadows.

1. Many red devils ran from my heart
2. And you love me
3. Blustering God
4. Tell brave deeds of war
5. I walked in a desert

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