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Ever reviled, accursed, ne'er understood, Thou art the grisly terror of our age. "Wreck of all order," cry the multitude, "Art thou, and war and murder's endless rage." O, let them cry. To them that ne'er have striven The truth that lies behind a word to find, To them the word's right meaning was not given. They shall continue blind among the blind. But thou, O word, so clear, so strong, so pure, Thou sayest all which I for goal have taken. I give thee to the future! Thine secure When each at least unto himself shall waken. Comes it in sunshine? In the tempest's thrill? I cannot tell--but it the earth shall see! I am an Anarchist! Wherefore I will Not rule, and also ruled I will not be!  $.chaotic tyraness lurches around, tangled locks slung carelessly about muscled physique. who was this shadow who deemed himself a worthy progresser. ah, but she must keep herself in line. tempted as she may be. dock pennon whips thrice about posterior. pate elevates, terpils quivering. presently, however, mugg hovers about breast in quiet prudency, abyss' playing about progressing beast's stature. nice looking, perhaps a little depressed looking. but for some reason he struck her as a common. why? mayhaps because they have chaotic natures? who knew. for now she need only meet him. sentinel of Bestial Plain strung to none befriended few doomed to die alone |