Of course, your modern ramparts have not yet fallen. It is, perhaps, too soon to claim defeat of your might. And yet, I laugh ironically, and falsely too [I have learned to wear the mask that satisfies my peers] at what peril you might now be found. I might now be found.
You fight so fiercely, but blindly too, for the way things ought to be in a civilized world, and in fear rally.
...I'm no poet. I don't pretend I can say anything meaningful. I think, actually, I'm just too lazy to refine my thoughts. But then, all I can contribute are my thoughts. What else can I or will I give? I really should make my gifts the best I can. I'm just too tired. There are too many things for me to do.
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