The Brave

Step boldly forward into the chamber of insolence
Awkwardly forward like a babys first steps
The brave moved slowly forward. The eyes of the elders watched as He slowly crept
"What is your purpose?" asked a lonely squaw
"Knowledge and conquest" answered the foolish youth
"Knowledge" responded the squaw, only conquest is your native truth
"Knowledge, cries my heart" insisted the young man
Knowledge is death, conquest is destiny

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