From time to time it is important to remind ourselves of past glory
But it is even more important to remember who we are
And where we are going
We must pursue, and ultimately fulfill our destiny
And let lesser men stand aside.
When our time comes
Let them divert a river, and under it build us a tomb
And let us rest forever in peace
Frozen once again
In the safety of our mother’s womb.
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Thursday, April 26, 2012
Sunday, April 8, 2012
A rustle in the long grass.
There was a rustle in the long grass
When the tiger came to eat me
He was slow and I was fast
With two good legs to take me
And there always is that sober thought
The tiger is just playing
He never seems to ask himself
Why do I even play at all?
For one of these days, the way things are going
One of us will surely catch up with the other.
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