The mind of the few are always corrupt by the mind of the many, for the greatest of minds are individuals who have remained unruined, unmolded by the otherwise beast of civilization, the beast of tamed mankind, For the srongest of men is the man who can grow rather then the man who grew.
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Madness
PoetryThis is a poetry book. Read the following if you want to feel your insides be reformed like a decapitated Phoenix on the rim of a race for the preservation of human civilization. If you would like me to write a poem about something please leave a co...
