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Like a drunken knight that trusts his armor
Thrown into the blazing furnace Certainty of technology Melting in the fiery tempest Of unconditional reality Not subject to rationalization The sweet sting of death Tasting the dirt as our mouth falls to the ground Humility born from the womb of disillusionment As we bite the dust And resurrect Better men |
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Nice poem .
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