whover composed Beowulf
sold us all a crock. Especially that
end. I tell
ya.
how long can we keep feeding
boys stories of slaying dragons and expect
them to know themselves in any less than hateful
way? if we keep insisting
the only glory is to kill
something. dragons are lies.
the men in my family test
their own metal.
they die
of heart failure. Never dragons.
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