There is that which the mind can comprehend<\/p>\n
and that which may turn it mad<\/p>\n
Things are not always what they seem<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Grandpa said that in his day<\/p>\n
when men were real men who wielded swords<\/p>\n
and did not flinch at the sight of blood,<\/p>\n
there were men among men<\/p>\n
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It was a time when strange things confounded logic<\/p>\n
Pray, how can a anyone fetch water with a basket<\/p>\n
and not a drop is lost to the ground?<\/p>\n
How can a goat crow like a cock standing on his perch?<\/p>\n
How does a man balance his weight<\/p>\n
on the tip of a twig and confound gravity?<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Grandpa told of men who turned to animals, yea-<\/p>\n
a hunter may shoot at a chimp in the forest<\/p>\n
only to be handed the bullets upon his return,<\/p>\n
and warned never to shoot at every animal he sees..<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
In the heat of battle, men turned to ferocious beasts<\/p>\n
and tore their enemies to bits<\/p>\n
Then when the moon has departed and all is silent<\/p>\n
the body emerges from the mask and walk<\/p>\n
the grounds we walk.<\/p>\n
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