"For as the dying philosopher I am; I must get on my knees and use my last breath to tear a path in the grass, leading my little brothers and sisters into a solace of enlightenment. My time comes, it comes soon. So before I die, follow me out of the ruins." - Heartford
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Guidelines to Life
PoetryThe children only scatter and trip over the roots of the generation before. They know they need the sap, but do not know how to get it. Let me be the scalpel used to get such sap, and ween the children off of their ignorant feeling of misplacement.
