I would not choose at random
the force of good or ill,
all encompassed grandeur
in the act of will.
Choose your battles wisely
their wonders to unfold,
as truth moves on to wisdom
and we all grow old.
I would not choose at random
the force of good or ill,
all encompassed grandeur
in the act of will.
Choose your battles wisely
their wonders to unfold,
as truth moves on to wisdom
and we all grow old.
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