Many giants stagger at the battle they have fought,
Fighting inhibits the brain that rides and sways;
It innocently speaks, the wars bespeak to count,
So then fighting designs a right of conduct;
Many giants fall at their age of reason,
Reasons fell from the clouds and smothered with rain.
The real message awaits to see me as gigantic
And huge for the purpose,
I can wait and observe the crowd of people,
Watching is their insult and I have observed.
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