For Those That Seek the Crux of All History

Saturday, 24 April 2004

Ah, the boy of destiny¹ speaks! Tis truly a momentous occasion for it is not often that the gods of poetry should feast upon my words and drink of my wisdom. Alack, I suffer from the wrongs of my forefathers - words, as they exist, do not verily touch even the outer boundaries of my soulful brilliance. Oh, wretched humanity! Thou art too pitiless and too fickle.

Behold, the reformation is at hand! By my troth, no longer shall the world be oblivious to my eternal greatness! Apollo, god of poetry, writhe in agony and know this - victory is mine. Through these pages, the world shall experience the poetry of perfection and bask in the glow of my everlasting brilliance.

Peruse these lines forbidden and remember always that the truth shall set you free.

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