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The murderer and the killer sat Across from one another On the banks of the river Shambhal. The killer said: “My actions are my own. My kismet; my own. My victim's; their own. My ripples stop without a stone.” The murderer sat in silence. He drops a ruby into the river Shambhal. The killer continues, With a quote by Johnson That speaks of man toward man. “He who makes a beast of himself, Gets rid of the pain of being a man.” The murderer stands in silence. He drops another ruby into the river Shambhal. And walks away in silence. The killer laughs, With a hyena cackle And wraps himself in a cloak Woven of mirrors. The murderer turns in silence. He smiles with knowledge And speaks with tears. “My actions are my own. My kismet; twofold With victim and self. My ripples are not stopped With stones, or banks or time or thought. Brother we differ; For your's are the actions Of Caine. And mine are the actions Of Hamlet.” The killer sat in silence On the banks of the river Shambhal.
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Dec 3, 2012
Dec 3, 2012 at 2:16 AM UTC
The Transition of Meaning - Kismet
The murderer and the killer sat Across from one another On the banks of the river Shambhal. The killer said: “My actions are my own. My kismet; my own. My victim's; their own. My ripples stop without a stone.” The murderer sat in silence. He drops a ruby into the river Shambhal. The killer continues, With a quote by Johnson That speaks of man toward man. “He who makes a beast of himself, Gets rid of the pain of being a man.” The murderer stands in silence. He drops another ruby into the river Shambhal. And walks away in silence. The killer laughs, With a hyena cackle And wraps himself in a cloak Woven of mirrors. The murderer turns in silence. He smiles with knowledge And speaks with tears. “My actions are my own. My kismet; twofold With victim and self. My ripples are not stopped With stones, or banks or time or thought. Brother we differ; For your's are the actions Of Caine. And mine are the actions Of Hamlet.” The killer sat in silence On the banks of the river Shambhal.
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lysander-gray
Australian
Dec 3, 2012
Dec 3, 2012 at 2:16 AM UTC
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