Panther-Faust

 As I grow fetid in this wind-attributed wasteland. The question arises: Panther or Faust?

Why not both -- not quite fond on the inbetween show. Nietzshe combatting Akutagawa; 

who's more Superman, to growl insenced. Gnashing tooth on lukewarm acolytes, 

awaiting their snowballs chance in Hell. I am the fountain of Life, inside the Valley of Death. 

Take my hand, and walk back from this desolate poison pool of Waters long forlorn to be drank.

The Wells poise was fishing French maidens for the petite endeuxieme detour. The best teachers 

seconds violin artists, Who love to season the first encore. There have all the submissions gone?

Devoured by INFJ fanatics, who only but love the very best, throwing all other traits to the gutter. 

A knight needs four footpads to get on the horse and off, so does INFJ. Four must accompany, 

lest its true value will remain hidden. Just like the scent of Lillies, is only true, in the habitat, not in the museum or Nature Mort. I could teach the multitudes, if their cups there emptied and not expectant from haughty scholars intermissions, who read too many Ackadian Manuscripts. Sometimes a bad book, gives ten good ones a new way of thinking. In that I digress from Shoppenhauer. also love the Children, let them come. Best pupils ever!! As we stood still, the silence reverberated inside, causing the veil to unfoil once more. Ultima Thule, the vilest fiend of all knowledge, wanting to be first, while never learning to follow. Those, who depend on their craft, learn never to run with the wild Stallions!! The House shelters the floor, while never being able to make a stand on it; the floor will stand its ground! He who understood these words, will be wise beyond years indeed...