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EPIC First off, to clear things up and make it quite blatantly obvious, this piece of work is a narration. It tells the tale of two feet of clay who traverse the far expanses of the universe to save Earth from the dastard mullahs of Iran, who are intent on destroying the world through certain nefarious deeds as instructed by the “will of Allah.” That, of course, is not to say that all mullahs in Iran are dastardly; only those anonymous individuals that take part in this story are truly dastardous. It does not matter that dastardous is not a word, for dastardous is what theyEPIC
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TruthAt last, of happiness I am free Alas, 'twas no longer meant to be For finally, my eyes have been opened to see The world, and its sour serendipity.Truth
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I Do Not Believe In LoveI do not believe in love. I am no fool, as the lot of believers who are. As imaginative as any mind becomes, mine in particular cannot fathom such an indefinable concept that has so great a power over one's being as to act without control. To be as straightforward as straightforwardness can be with this topic, beating around the bush is the only method not opposed to discussing this mental plague.I Do Not Believe In Love
So digress the great philosophers of Greece in the Symposium, the clouds of Aristophanes overhead. Each of six men gives their personal view on the subject, which is to be in their case, all sorts
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The DreamerHe's experienced this beforeThe Dreamer
Being chased through a forest of feeling
Pressing on without hesitation
Things happen so fast, nearly simultaneously The white-edged vision doesn't help
Hardly sees where he's thinking
Can't blink, the world will end Voices come at him from unopened mouths
Wishes he could understand what they say
But you hear what you listen for
And he merely wishes Still pressing on without hesitation
But moving so slowly, his legs are so heavy
It's a struggle to continue
So he takes to the air Flight is simple and faster than foot
It hard, possibly impossible
To grow tired of something that cannot be done
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