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I am a lonely traveller upon the road of enlightenment.
Though many walk beside me, few seem to grasp the method or the way.
I have seen a fateful vision, at the end of the way of Wyrd,
Yet never doth it seem to come, again from its shineing horde.
Golden candlesticks,
and silver daydreams.
Hopeful songs of the gods as they dream.
Behold, Behold!
The sword in the eye of the lotus.
Even the Boddissattva, cry tears for the dead!
So come, come COME!
Let the stars of Eventide be strung!
As a string on the bow of great Herne!
As the heart wire upon mournful Seth'Adoni's
Lyre.
I have seen as I have said,
A vision bright and yet still untrue.
At the end of the winding ways of Wyrd!
For in life there is pain, and love, and greed, and generosity.
And they all stem from the center, and return again to the center.
The vision of Adverse Tranuility...... Is about to begin!
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Despite my strength, that I prided my self so dearly upon,
I am at a loss.
I may climb high mountains with narry a rope,
I may delve into caverns in the hallow hills.
I may take a beating with wipp an Chain,
I may smash a stone, or the face of one who
dishoners my passion.
Yet when the one you love and desire
says, "I want nothing to do with ye"
What might can withstand such a thing?
Fall prey not to that which fells both peasents
and Kings.
The heart is not eaisly mended.
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