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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Jeajea" data-source="post: 2562223" data-attributes="member: 37238">And the futilityOf the entiretyIs just so plain to see,The damn thing's killing me.The vision I have,The things I see,Make no difference, it's all chance - Probably.A dragon or a demon, A demon or a dragon, Makes no odds, Order us another flagon. But can you tell the differenceDo you know it in your heart? See the one against the other,Not a clue where to start.And the probabilityOf your futilityIs high... See you're plain to me, Just so plain to see, So much, I cannot dry my eye...So common, so normal, So extraordinarily normal... Know what a hero is? What a villain is? You're slush, Born on imaginations too wide, Can you see that there's no such thing as a side? Grey to black, fading to white, to grey, And to my dismay, you slept through it all.The vision I have,The things I see,Make no difference, it's all chance - Probably.And with adventuring, What you are venturing, Is not the outside, the baron’s fort, But your heart. And when you're saying to me, You've bloody becauseYou've been on a spree Of killing, blood, guts spilling, All I can ask, Is what you're filling? Your heart or your grave? Disgracing me... Adventurer? You don't even understand the title... Just a recital…And you cannot even catch my eye... So common, just so normally grand..Delusional, Determined to confuse us all, And pray to take glory in the whirl,But another false God rises While the true is discarded......in the dust.A lingering smell...Just, so, normal.The vision I have,The things I see,Make no difference, it's all chance - Probably.And you look at me, And what do you see, Am I not plain to see? So normal to your eyes... And me, you despise...Yet when it come to that, I am greater then you, And when it comes to that, What you gunna do? ...Push on through?Beat me up, Beat me down, Push my name around,Into the ground...Leaving you sound. And what a loss...Am I scary to you...? I am gone, Your victory is done, But my name lingers on,Fame outgrown. My name's made of stone.Because, What have you done? When all's said and done, Who loves you after demise?See, I'm infallible, Yes my name is intangible, You can see it in my eyes...What I have done, you see, Is go past being me, To being completely free and wise.The vision I have,The things I see,Make no difference, it's all chance - Probably.And it's you I despise...But you don't really have to say, what I know you're going to say... for truth be told, I'd far rather hold a beholder close to me, than let you just be...'cos you're up in my face, You complete, utter disgrace, With your stories of demise. Stories where, I hear that you did dare, You braved the medusa's eyes... But you see it's plain to me, It's just so plain to see, That you haven't even got Originality Enough to be good at lies - Let alone to godhood rise...The vision I have,The things I see,Make no difference, it's all chance - Probably.~Jeajea Veanson, RiddleMaster Extraordinairre</blockquote>

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