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The Monarch Of Futility
Firmly do we embrace the shadow of an ambiguous pride,
realising but least the falsity of an illusioned ride;
for we all are but monarch of a deed yet to be done,
vainly aspiring for the divine glory that this pride of the self has eternally burned...
We know not how far are we the monarch of a purpose we know,
as we all soar above with a deception of futility promised never to glow;
every act that we think to boast upon humanity alone;
is nothing but an illusion, where estimation of the self is in reality never shown...
we thrive not by our pride but by ...