Ouch.
I’m sorry, Tim; and Drew (from Texas, too).
If god and country fight, he might decline
Himself a victory, and though the pining
Of the intercessors may accrue
A lot of expectation, it is not
A guarantee that Heaven wins the fight.
Now all the Saints have fallen, and the night
Was taken by a patriotic lot.
So god is trumped by country, Saints by gold.
I wouldn’t fret too much, though; Brady knows
How bad it feels to run amid the throes
Of nearly-perfect victory, and boldly
Have it snatched away. So, pity, flee
(And thank the lord you have a better knee).
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