With me...
Walk... Don't be scared...
Follow my footsteps..
The path is rugged,
And strewn with squelchy mud..
I've walked through here before...
Though, with no guide..
I fell into the mud...
Rolled in its squalidness..
Soiled my innocent spirit...
But...
I regained my lost footing..
And rediscovered the trail...
Thus, I reached the end of this road..
Listen to my voice...
Pay humble attention..
Every step I take...
Every move I make...
Wherever my feet leaves its imprints..
There should yours be...
I speak from a wealth of experience..
My travails, had not the prerogative
Of such benevolent guidance
And almost an assecuration of conquest....
I fell...
And rotated in the mire..
That you, may not fall..
All you need do...
All you need do...
Is listen to my voice..
And heed its instruction..
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