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This poem is gonna be sad.
I tried to unite evolution and magic;
They had a child who got mad;
His fate was unbelievably tragic;
He killed his parents and ran away,
Trying to find his own way.
No more obedience and faith in miracle,
Being fed enough in the rational prison,
Exhausted by spiritual and empirical,
Leaving aside belief, hope, and reason—
He wandered around for many years,
Threatening his innocent peers.
Then, as it usually happens in tales,
There was a woman who crossed his path;
He sent her a thousand and one e-mails;
She didn't answer; he lay in bath,
Took his diary, made the last note,
Said 'good-bye' and cut off his throat.
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