| Scientifiction: Ii. A Swarm Of Dedication |
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I'm haunted by the strains of human limitation.
Sendin you letters like I'm daring you to,
In relation to you going astray.
What seemed like a lifetime spent riding on the wings of the backwards devils.
It was if I had fled from a lion, only to meet a bear.
Cut off when I saw the unseen.
Sending me to my home, covered with dust and ashes.
Humiliation and insignificance.
Oh, the curious teeth of a bear, those fangs,
A continual lash and spur onto dedication.
I will not be moved or shaken.
I will not be mislead.
Messenger follows messenger follows messenger follows messenger...
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