I love it...

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When I meet a white knight, who thinks... most of what they think.

No.  Just... no.  You don't understand.

Whispered, as a warning.  Never hears?  Won't?

In one way, and another.  Until finally I chose differently.

But none can help those who choose not to see.

I would mock.  But I have been there, and far worse.  Even a newt can get better.  Or... so I have heard.  Seen too.  But... tick-tock, tick-tock, time isn't what it seems.  Choose before the choice is gone.  It isn't a matter of shades of grey, it's a matter of choosing truth, what is right, and such, or other.  Tolerance has no place on the way to the divine.  Amen.