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greatness poems
Poem: The Great
We are brought into his chambers, fresh and unsoiled. Hardened metals we are, the shape of our very choosing. In regal purity we, to possess, caused no little toil, And kingly we arrived, disillusioned at the smithery. Smoke of deception, grime of politics, fire of suffering, The grim-faced smith wielded adeptly his mallet. Infants all…
