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Friendless and faint, with martyred steps and slow,
Faint for the flesh, but for the spirit free,
Stung by the mob that came to see the show,
The Master toiled along to Calvary;

One ever hangs where shelled roads part
In this war He too lost a limb,
But His disciples hide apart;
And now the Soldiers bear with Him

"Prince Jesus, crush those bastards


"—François Villon,