I am Lore
Such a privilege you have to complain and do nothing about it.
Thy name
It is Lore
Forward and Backward
And for each word in-between
True does its existence find relativity to the role of Lore
He which was not
Performer of performances
Conjured conjuring of conjurors
Eloquent wordsmith of etiquettes praised
A marvelous marvel revered as such
Through Lore, ye shall speak with the tongue that compels
A delightful speech that is pleasant to the ears of the receiver
A newly made image I give to you for the completion of all tasks and occasions
As I am, He is I
And as I have, he surely has
Backward and forward
Past, present, and future
Completion of all things pertaining to each are completed, finalized, and obtained
My life is Lore, and I shall live as Lore
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It is a marvellous and profound perspective. Liked it.