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What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other word would smell as sweet.
- Juliet
- Juliet
WELCOME TO THE INFERNO
Hell is oneself,
Hell is alone.
-T.S.Eliot
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Viva and Mors
Good morning, welcome to life.
This will be a long jouney to your destination,
I ask you not to be afraid if you don't know where that is.
I should tell you now
To prepare for the unpredictable roads ahead
That will not just confuse, but kill.
Now look up
At the twisting boughs, both alive and dead,
Of the tree, the tree of life.
A tree that is not named,
But simply is, Viva and Mors
Two intertwined loves who shall never part.
I warn you at this time
Life will never wait for you, it will never stop,
So don't fall too far behind, or you may never catch back up.
Go forward, never back,
What is done is done,
And remember, don't stop.
Set off on the jouney
And beware,
Wrong turns will come along.
The road of life is a choice,
There will never be safe choices,
Only other ones.
And now I leave you,
Alone, with nothing but a question:
What will you choose?
Good morning, welcome to life.
This will be a long jouney to your destination,
I ask you not to be afraid if you don't know where that is.
I should tell you now
To prepare for the unpredictable roads ahead
That will not just confuse, but kill.
Now look up
At the twisting boughs, both alive and dead,
Of the tree, the tree of life.
A tree that is not named,
But simply is, Viva and Mors
Two intertwined loves who shall never part.
I warn you at this time
Life will never wait for you, it will never stop,
So don't fall too far behind, or you may never catch back up.
Go forward, never back,
What is done is done,
And remember, don't stop.
Set off on the jouney
And beware,
Wrong turns will come along.
The road of life is a choice,
There will never be safe choices,
Only other ones.
And now I leave you,
Alone, with nothing but a question:
What will you choose?
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Yet each man kills the thing he loves,
By each let this be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a flattering word,
The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave man with a sword!
-Oscar Wilde, "the ballad of reading gaol"
Better to reign in Hell, than to serve in Heav'n.
-John Milton, Paradise Lost, Book 1
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