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Why is it, the best of mankind’s minds all dwell on the tortured side of hell? For those within their high ivory towers, far from the tortured toiling of the boiling broth below hold the keys to change but fail to unlock that which the doors of hope bestow. Granted, not all those that survive the swell of the Devils ****** spell become patron Saints through their pain, but the very act of survival means that their miraculous revival can put life into those long dead with that earned wisdom birthed from the dungeons within their heads. For Dantes rocky road is for those alone whose abodes are bestowed within the land of no mans code, who bare the weight of tomorrow’s load, until they don’t
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Oct 8, 2020
Oct 8, 2020 at 3:32 AM UTC
The best of mankind’s minds
Why is it, the best of mankind’s minds all dwell on the tortured side of hell? For those within their high ivory towers, far from the tortured toiling of the boiling broth below hold the keys to change but fail to unlock that which the doors of hope bestow. Granted, not all those that survive the swell of the Devils ****** spell become patron Saints through their pain, but the very act of survival means that their miraculous revival can put life into those long dead with that earned wisdom birthed from the dungeons within their heads. For Dantes rocky road is for those alone whose abodes are bestowed within the land of no mans code, who bare the weight of tomorrow’s load, until they don’t
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Oct 8, 2020
Oct 8, 2020 at 3:32 AM UTC
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