i am puzzled

in humble servitude he proffered forth his offering. he looked around and beheld such magnificence surely not belonging to the world of humanity. could there be any hope for his feeble efforts. no, he would meet with a disappointment most bitter. how could he have been so foolish. their very name should have alerted him to the folly of his actions. each of the blessed ones were all so miraculously unique. not a single one bore even the slightest resemblance to anything that had gone before. held in a group it would like gazing at pure contrast, all in opposition to all others. no matter which were compared orginality blazed like a newly born sun.
the need to hold that sword can be so intoxicating for some. the power of decree. back to the sandpit.
naked hypocrisy.
blithering stupidity.

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