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Two strangers meet on a cold winter night...

Before there was a beginning there were dreams and memories.

Two paths diverged in a wood and I- I took the one less traveled by...

A quiet moment of recovery. A calm before the storm.

A conversation. A battle. A fateful meeting.

Risk it all! Fight to survive!

The tension is building. Something has to break.

And if you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you.

End of Hybrid Theory, Book 1: High On Emotion

The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, rage, rage against the dying of the light.

"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"

Nothing in the world is the way it ought to be. It's harsh, it's cruel, and that's why there's us.

What immortal hand or eye Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

From fields where glory does not stay, And early though the laurel grows It withers quicker than the rose.

O, no, it is an ever-fixèd mark, That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wand'ring bark,

It felt unusual Even if for a good cause To be part of a destructive force

Out, out, brief candle!

End of Hyrbid Theory Book 2: Spark To A Flame

In visions of the dark night, I have dreamed of joy departed- But a waking dream of life and light, Hath left me broken-hearted.

Unfetter'd by the sense of crime, To whom a conscience never wakes

All devil as I am-a damned wretch, A hardened, stubborn, unrepenting villain, Still my heart melts at human wretchedness;

But, dying, has made us rarer gifts than gold.

I am a child, You hold in your hand my destiny.

Till the pain was merciful and stunned us into silence - When each nerve cried out on God that made the misused clay;

Cry Havoc And Let Slip The Dogs of War

I read the storm before it fell And made the better haste of it.

If Nothing We Do Matters Then All That Matters Is What We Do

For thou art all that I can prize, My joy, my life, my rest.

Nor shall derision prove powerful against those who listen to humanity or those who follow in the footsteps of divinity, for they shall live forever.