Entry: All's far, the length Saturday, September 14, 2013

The mind, a perilous tool Trust not, in the hands of a fool Rendering neither the sick nor the tyrant, Away from my heart, you with that trident. When strength is in its vulnerability, When fear is in its victory When try can a man no more, Do we dare still, in goodness of daylight we soar? The souls, the unchartered waters they trudged. Thrills of the foreign encharged. Live, Free. Dream, and Seethe. Fools prevail in their company of misery. Servant to none, and master of mind you shall be.


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