We are but weak and wayward men, Distraught alike with hatred and vainglory; Prone to despise the Soul that breathes within-- High visioned hordes that lie and steal and kill, Sinning the sin each separate heart disclaims, Clambering upon our riven, writhing selves, Besieging Heaven by trampling men to Hell!
This passage expresses the internal struggles of humanity, highlighting themes of sin, conflict, and the moral dilemmas faced by individuals.
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