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Why hold he hilt of your swords as if poised to strike, to blow To live in that anticipation is a faulty life man upon the precipice of greatness will always turn always falter for the hand upon the hilt holds tighter then it's counterpart feathering the treaty The brand upon your hat shows nothing but the fact that you man are among the masked shown is your ideals of what goodness is but hidden is your role are you significant as each man must be or are you no man at all are you but a child playing the only game you know? You are a prowler nonetheless in the corridors of someones mind you crowd their visage with your own you who favors the sword to the treaty you are one of the decisions given power to create more or to **** it off with a rise of your hand
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Jun 24, 2013
Jun 24, 2013 at 1:38 PM UTC
At the MET, inspired by Portrait of a Man, Jan Gossaert
Why hold he hilt of your swords as if poised to strike, to blow To live in that anticipation is a faulty life man upon the precipice of greatness will always turn always falter for the hand upon the hilt holds tighter then it's counterpart feathering the treaty The brand upon your hat shows nothing but the fact that you man are among the masked shown is your ideals of what goodness is but hidden is your role are you significant as each man must be or are you no man at all are you but a child playing the only game you know? You are a prowler nonetheless in the corridors of someones mind you crowd their visage with your own you who favors the sword to the treaty you are one of the decisions given power to create more or to **** it off with a rise of your hand
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Jun 24, 2013
Jun 24, 2013 at 1:38 PM UTC
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