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the crown of gratitude is never worn by kings; to the common person who sees every tangible as a gift and every intangible as a miracle, Persia itself is woven into the rug under your feet. ::: oh but it is the thirst of the root that is miraculous. not the water's abundance. ::: the most dangerous force in nature in when we lend love its legs... ::: "why aren't you makin' your son enlist!? they need men, didn't you hear! we're getting our asses kicked out there! ...your son's gonna grow up to be a coward." buddy my boy has already been to war... he's been spit at, beaten till he was blue--- even dragged from a car once bout twenty yards or so, before someone stopped the car. "shit... then put'm in! tell'm he's go...