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Of petty perceptions and heroes


Tales of mighty foes and valiant heroes…

Ponder on the idiotic perceptions of mankind about what is good and what is evil!


When in the morning you awaken and take leave for work, tell me:


Where are the fair kings in the shops on the roads along?


Where is the evil foe in the mines below?


And say, where is the white knight and the gentle princess in need, for when I long to be rescued or be the savior of one in peril?


Petty conceptions of our fantasies. Renewed tales of baleful times!


Look! Do not seek too far abroad!


There are acts of heroism and malevolence all around…


For even the simplest smiles and the mildest curses carry the seeds of good and evil.


PS: Meh, I like the final point, but the overall "consistency" is second rate. Sorry. :)

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