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Twenty-six triumphant years, on this earth

Have I sought for the key to the gate

To thine eye. Unto me the eye, it speaks

Ina  tongue that is clear as reflection

In the day. Oh here and now, they

Have mimicked the reflection without gain in attempt

To become as I. Mocking as I walk, they now of

The gift that has been bestowed unto me.

His tongue is lined with clues as to what

Should be, what will be. Despite unflagging

Effort the self-proclaimed scholar will die.

To decode the tongue is that of your own

Reflection, mine, I swear,

Only I hold the key to such enigmatic truth.

A call for violence, violence, very well,

I have heard. I shall heed the call and answer

With your life, I will kill you.

There need to be only one, as it should be,

As it will be, for there will be no peace,

No familiar land to tread, although no tread

Was taken when there,f or the body grows weak,

In the age of yours, yours..................