If there could be some kind of ultimate, you would be it. Not that the world doesn't turn, only it turns not for you and that crumbles the small tower that you have built for that idol that you live for. The ultimate is a zealot, ignorant and pandering. The ultimate it a demi-god, in their own eye. The ulimate, finds no home, only meadnering.
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