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MaxZero1496

Poems

  • The Final Battle

    My aura of mystery, of incognito, eclipses my pain, and I feel that I need to release myself to the King to whom I've pledged my sword. As the shadow ...

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    2 min read
  • Legacy

    A line runs through our legacy, a thread as red as blood. Damnation chose by all mankind, sweeps down like a flood. Jealousy and hatred, a world consumed by fear. ...

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    1 min read


"In my contact with people I find that, as a rule, it is only the little, narrow people who live for themselves, who never read good books, who do not travel, who never open up their souls in a way to permit them to come into contact with other souls -- with the great outside world."
— Booker T. Washington, Up From Slavery