You whose name is know not
Whose story I ignore
I am to hate 
You who struggled to become 
Whose pride has been restored 
After so long
I am to shun 
You braver than most
Facing tribulations
You’ve won and lost
While facing damnation 
I should abhor
But knowing all this 
I simply cannot

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