No good deed (and no miracles)

He who flinches, loses trying
Yearns the greatest, hardest failing
Tries the longest, perish drowning
In fetid shade of breathless tide

No good deed’s beyond suspicion
Miracles called insurrection
(Pseudonym and rationalization)
Mercy makes an open heart and
a pinkly naked, bare backside

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