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I wish to place upon your brow the finest gold and silver. I wish to shower upon you gems and flowers of unthinkable exotic beauty. I would cleave the earth asunder, and pull from the womb of the world only but the finest of diamonds. I would scour the earth for that rock with the clearest shine, and that would cast the most delicate light. Until my hands were bloody and raw, would I hunt! I would give you the world my dear, for nothing could stop me. But, alas, I can not offer you such things. I have little to afford you, no gem or jewel or crown. I have little to my name. While I can offer you no riches, I can offer you my wealth. My wealt

Step outside, if you would, and look unto the heavens. The stars wheeling out in a wonderful cosmic dance. For long has man been transfixed by the divine dance of our universe. Were you to take every feeling before felt, and amassed it into one tremendous heart, you could not fill the feeling of "I" when I tell you "I Love You." Look to the most magnificent works of art. From the works of the Renaissance Painters, to the Urban Artists, to the Avantgaurde Minamalist, and select ten hundred thousand pieces of truly heart felt art. Compile them, and their love is dwarfed by the single world "Love" when I say "I Love You." Of all the souls in t

Is Love not more than one's own feelings? One's own Hopes, Dreams, and Wants? Love tells us we must put aside that which harms us, for it is a far greater Good. Love is what makes us grasp the Burning Brand, for the Fires that burn us are the same Fires that light our way from Darkness.

Here I sit, realm in ruin, and castle crushed; long since has my golden crown fallen to tarnish, and land befouled. My subjects are few, and slowly the dwindle in rank; soon they will go the way of my prosperity. Slowly the Lands of Men burn in the fires I have began; and I too will be swallowed in the blaze. Here I wait, throne rotting, and night falling; the darkness will overtake, and my blot on history wiped clean.

Look around you. Aren't we smart! We have electricity and television and compressed air scented like flowers and we are in a state of total harmony with the world. We've come so far from the days of The Crusades, where we'd kill eachother over personal views. We are a skip and a hop away from a Marxist Utopia. Soon, everybody will love everybody, and nobody will suffer, because we'll all care for eachother with no concern of our own self-being or wants. Maybe we'll call this new land Eden. Just like from The Bible! But, wait, something about this feels wrong, we can't be that close! Let's look at The Bible and The Crusades. The book is l