I once thought I knew,
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What those pieces of writings meant,
That were posted on the internet,
But now I have not a clue.
Was Tonight bout me?
Or is it like the Stare?
One that has no hidden meaning,
To the words that I am seeing.
I need the answer,
That only the green light can provide,
So that this confusion will subside.
We adore chaos because we love to produce order.
"Death is light as a feather, duty heavier than a mountain."
"The best plan lasts until the first arrow leaves the bow."