Here lie the remains of what used to be great.
In a time full of life and energy,
There walked a Man and Son
side by side.
But alas the Man left the Son,
Alone to face the world.
And the Son had to find a new Man,
A Teacher.
And that the Son did.
He found many Teachers.
And became, himself, a Man.
So that when the Man came back,
He found his old Son dead.
And he tried to revive him,
And could not.
But fret not dear ones,
For that Son is not dead.
He is just a different Son.
Someone else's Son.
He is a Man.
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