Love thyself you Fool of fools
Think not of greatness
For then run you the risk of
Being good
Exalt! Exalt! say I unto you,
You bastard of nobility
Careth not of the others and their
Afterword
But rather should thou be in the word
Jump and be reppelled
Listen to the trees and grasses
For prophets are they of another world
Abandon thine ego fool of fools
And put not your name upon this poem
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