One shall not two, and four shall not five. Today we live, and tonight we dine. Breath of the camel, and stink of the bat, together we can conquer, the life of a gnat.
Tis the ways, of those days. In which all the people, created bails of hay. I like to stab, and I like to grab. I like to jump, and I like to dab. Where is this poem of mine leading? You'll see soon enough, if you keep reading.
Everything is relative... absolutely.
Remember mine words of wisdom, for they shall help thee in thine quest of reality, and mortality.