Who am i to think of my self as priest or prophet. i bring no words of wisdom to the weary...or succor to the wounded. i bring strife to confuse the swordarm, and poison to rub upon their open wounds.
Why do i think myself a sage. I do not share the wisdom of the ages...or create works of thoughtful wonder. i hoard my knowledge against calamaties which never fall, and berate the works of others to lessen their fame.
What a fool i am to think myself a warrior. I do not use my blade for justice or to shelter the less able. i stab from the shadows of perception, and cull the weak from the herd.
When do i think the minstrels hands will possess my own. i can not strike a cord of love in the world or carry a vision of jubilation to a pallid crowd. My cords bring a cacaphony of pain, and sap the vitality from mortal souls.
Where do i find my place?
Why do i think myself a sage. I do not share the wisdom of the ages...or create works of thoughtful wonder. i hoard my knowledge against calamaties which never fall, and berate the works of others to lessen their fame.
What a fool i am to think myself a warrior. I do not use my blade for justice or to shelter the less able. i stab from the shadows of perception, and cull the weak from the herd.
When do i think the minstrels hands will possess my own. i can not strike a cord of love in the world or carry a vision of jubilation to a pallid crowd. My cords bring a cacaphony of pain, and sap the vitality from mortal souls.
Where do i find my place?
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cozza:
My friend Tara also shares your birthday as well. And I used to know a guy whose birthday was the day before mine. Lots of January babies. I have five Jan birthdays in my family, three of which are immediate family. Who knew April was so...fertile. 
clearlii:
Wah? You only got a 50? 
