Whereby our intrepid adventurer goes places, sees...um...stuff, and roundly mocks everything, himself most of all. Usually.
You wield lies
as if they were simply
a protective shield
but they are poisoned daggers
that cut to the quick.
Long to close,
the scars are painful
and threaten to tear
far into the future.
And yet you wield them blithely.
What do you mean?
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