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Ten paths diverged in a wood,

So I followed the path most

Sought after. It led past the

Other paths and soon found

Its way back to loneliness.

"In Nomine Patris"

I took the path which was

Hardly cut to a trail,

And found it led ten ways

To hell and only one way back home.

"Et Fili"

The path back was more harrowing

Than those in Hell, so I of course

Took it in truest of trusts.

"Esperitu Sancte"

Rackshackle brambles and the homeless

OF the world flocked to find me,

All offering themselves to my disposal.

The Sun Set, and they gave me a canteen of

Jack Daniels.

"To keep you warm, in the heat,

and cold during those snowy nights." they said.

"Amen"