De-Lie La
What was truth to Samson,
But a inordinate riddle,
Just and aloft...abstinence of sin,
Foreboding to fulfill one tittle,
Given strength to bring subjection,
For the truth he could not resist,
That fear would bind him to rejection,
Within at last, they would never subsist.
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