Date: January 28th, 2022 2:19 PM
Author: Elite people who are hurt theatre
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: 'Two vast and trunkless legs of turd
Stand in the taiga. Near them, on the snow,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear --
"My name is Vaishailben, king of kings:
Look on my chocobar, ye Auntie, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level snows stretch far away.'
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