Better to be wrong
than to be airtight in virtue.
If virtue cannot breathe, it
dies, just like me.
Someone says it's white,
the pure color, but
also the color of surrender.
You can see it if
You let it all in,
and wave the only
flag you were given.
Glory be, we live!
We breathe with virtue
and with bright, white vice!
Prepare for war. Truce. I give in.
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