The way we are

I repeat; being true is not septic and ill.
For to go, surely body must want what you will.
Looking back, on the sin, though, it should be a case.
And forgiving, the Lord the whole world will embrace.

The poor bluebell, infected, has nowhere to go.
It will shrink, and look terrible, if being so.
We are humans. And beings of that upper class
got the feeling an illness is something to pass.