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Table Gods

I took an ax to a tree, And it said to me "Explain life's purpose Before you cut me down." I said to him: "Your hope is not to live, But in death find peace. A table to honor me."

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brandon-laditi

American

Published: Jul 23, 2011
LinesWords: 940

Notes: I think Nietzsche would appreciate this

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