‘Twas Love — not me —
Oh punish — pray —
The Real one died for Thee —
Just Him — not me —
Such Guilt — to love Thee — most!
Doom it beyond the Rest —
Forgive it — last —
‘Twas base as Jesus — most!
Let Justice not mistake —
We Two — looked so alike —
Which was the Guilty Sake —
‘Twas Love’s — Now Strike!
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Love (as an alter ego in me) loved you with an idolatrous love that would have died for you. Punish Love, if you think that is right.