Walking without armor amongst men with swords for tongues
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I find that this conception of what our lives really mean to be malleable.
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So let the new debasers trample the works of Des Cartes
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and Thoreau in a desperate attempt to justify their own uselessness.
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Et tu, Brute?
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Who once stood by my side and smiled?
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Maybe as I spit my last breath there will be clarity
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and the "Straight Path" will be revealed.
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Et tu, Brute?
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Without Armor
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| The Cable Car Theory |
