The Second Coming, by William Butler Yeats. The first eight lines are pure genius.
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds. The darkness drops again; but now I know That twenty centuries of stony sleephttps://twitter.com/jordanbpeterson/status/899324815999422464 …
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Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity. WB Yeatspic.twitter.com/Cad9eNfLcS
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