There is no evil that’s not manmade

we live our lives on a balanced blade

when there’s no balance we dance alone

the tune that plays on the wind is blown

you hear the music – the rhythm of life

but the enemies of your peace are rife

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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