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The story is told of a man; times of old.

Who ran through the streets all alone.

His yell could be heard above all the herd,

As he spoke of judgment to come.

So tired of he, did the people become.

He simply became “just a noise”.

And they went bout their day, without notice of him

Paying deafness, as if his reward.

Till one passerby was struck by the plight,

Of this old man who no one did notice.

So he stopped the old man and spoke with concern,

“Why do you make such a fuss?

You yell and you scream, as if to arouse.

But none of us pay you a thought.

So why do you insist in becoming a stench?

Surely you notice your lot.”

The old man stopped moving, his face became soft.

And his eyes danced as he looked deep within.

Then a frown slowly grew, and his eyes became strong.

And he focused on this one who would ask.

“I don’t scream for you, nor the hoard all about;

These words of Truth and Sure Terror.

I make such a noise, and travel about

For the sake of my own soul, my friend.”