Patience pilgrims I acquiesce to your request for passions of mediocrity and idolatry.
Summoning the muse in you I call upon the constellations of symphonies therein of you to bring fourth something to believe in.
Come ye all mild of merchant and sell unto mine own soul your voice so that I may as well sing of what you believe in.
Else get thee away and nye tear mine minds eye as I seek awareness for knowledge sake.
Can thee relate and understand or is it thine own minds eye already sleeps in an eternal slumber of wanton pillowed sand?
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