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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required ANDREW’S PLAID Oh Please Oh Please, Oh is it So? Make him Stand, make him Grow. To What end do They come, And to what end do They Go! Looking High and Low for Your Kingdom. Indeed looking, very High and very Low. In Weakness and in Health Those Which are Poor will be Rich. But Those which are Rich will be Richer. So the Poor become Rich And the Modest become Poorer. Why, then, Modesty should we seek! Never again will Trust live Free. For it is in the Unknown that lies All. Secrets of the Universe. If well Known fact, they were, No more would this place need to Be. If this place is no longer, then; Where shall we Stand and where shall we Grow! Why must a Bird accomplish a Chore? Why must a tree branch Crack, And a Leaf fall. No reason, For it all. Fear of God For what might He do to Us Or what might He help on Us! Nothing is Known. Hence, we name it Unknown. Should this Universe be written In the book of the unknown, For that is its true Nature? Or Should it be written in the book of Joy. So that the Ones can live in happiness And in Freedom and without Fear of the Truth. To live without fear of the Truth Is something that should be able to be done. Many people so, do this. I cannot. I life in a place of Great fear. Of wonder, of thought, of preparation, of awaiting. Of Evasion. Of Madness. Of Skill and Talent and love and ecstasy. Of research, of Knowledge. Of untaskfullness, of disdain. Of hate of the mundane and the useless. Why Oh, must it be done? For practice? What about hate? What about fury? Will this experience I gain from this, Be able to counter this! I Have not thought about this. Quickly though, the answer seems like No! - Hate for it! Hate for its father, hate for its family, hate for its existence, Although necessary, It is not Me. It was not made by people like me. It is not a tool I will use. Ever.
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