Words that Will Live on

Words that Will Live on

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Here is a book of rhyme and word Written by a little old me. I have loved to rhyme and use words of wit Since the tender old age of three. But now I feel I must digress From keeping one's wisdom to oneself. I would hope to find this profound wisdom of mine Hidden in a book on your shelf. The gift of knowledge is one so great It is even envied by deities. Man has traveled near and far In search of the answer to many a mystery; To the stars, to the gods, To things up and things down, To why we yawn, to why we wake at dawn, To why the Earth goes round. Though these "mysteries" May not be so anymore, There are still questions on man's bucket list That still have not received a score. So it is with this conclusion I give thee my sincerest thanks For staying to hear this rhyme That these words you may embank. Now I will leave you to your reading, A robe and reading glasses you will don. Notice how these messages sink in, As they are words that will live on.
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I laugh at you pitiful humans who scurry about this Earth with out a purpose seeking only life, but finding only death. I welcome death. I know what is coming, and the Goddess of Darkness will welcome me into her kingdom when I die. For now, I serve her purpose. I fight wars in her name, and serve as her avatar when needed. When she first came to me, she burned the love out of my heart. Now I find only humor in silly human affections. Love. It's such a short and despicable word. Maybe I could just enjoy fighting until I died, if it wasn't for the city. My city. My own corrupted city that cast me out for saving one of the city's own. The city I spit upon for its treatment of the gods and goddesses chosen people. I swear that one day, I will come back. Something must be done, and maybe, just maybe, the Goddess of the Absence of Light might choose me as her instrument of salvation, or destruction.

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