Mystic is my name


In the days of every man are the days of his glory. In the life of every man is an object of fear. In the love of every life is an atom of hate.
 
Some things make sense, some things do not. There is life, and there would be death. Right and wrong, good and bad. And what is?
 
Whatever is was, it is, and will always be. And that which is, is the truth. The truth for which we live to die, many atimes, without knowing it.
 
Mystic is my name!

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