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This poem is epic so I named it so it's more epic than wind and snow which are in there own respects quite epic snow could be described as ghetto and wind can take on epic forms like a spinning tiger with legs made of iron bars that would be pretty epic in fact I think that happened in outer Mongolia to a young girl how got hit by the iron bars sadly she died but the type of death was one we all wish for over exposure to pure epicness like viewing a snail with a lightsaber who flies over mountains made of cheesethat's bleedin' epic imagine it if you can can you?
I imagined it so according to the ontological argument it exists i'm scared now it may be coming to get mend although I will suffer the best kind of death it will be death still and what is death without life it is simply death that was mock epic those statements aren't as deep as you think they are they are meerly the ramblings of a crazy man you fell for it did you not
I know you did for I can see you your PC moniter is actually a camera
If you're paranoid then you will be scared now and for that reason I laugh I can see your fear I smell it it is like raspberry ripple ice cream your fear is weird I don't like you anymore this poem is bleedin' epic!
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