It is plainly necessary.
To raise up others, performing well.
For they mind end up quite contrary.
That they fall to sound the knell.
Good words said bringeth power.
To stop a halt a low.
To make the saintly grow and flower
to tame the blight of the soul.
The people here be the blessed bards.
it is an art that is reeling.
A continuum that one waxes hard.
an occupation of true feeling.
" blessed are the muses, rich in light like the sun."
"The rise and fall of madness, Tis a thin line before genius."
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