Know this my children. There is more ugliness than beauty in this world. To live is to suffer. To drink of calamity and drown in anguish. To toll and be tested, always and ever. Tis a perilous path you walk. Death lurks in the dark and is the sole promise that awaits at journeys end. You will tremble with terror. You will weep tears of anger and despair. But do not avert your eyes, see your life for what it is. Then you will see how the hardships make you strong. Every doubt reforged as scales for your armor. Every agony to temper your blade.
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