Beyond the Veil
“Why do you wish for death”, you say, “why do you hate this world?” “Has all your courage been effaced?” you vehemently scold. “That at the slightest sign of dusk, you wish to make your scape,” “To bow your head, your will undone, without a fight to fold?” I say your rancor is unjust, your…
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