We tell the heroes' stories in the hopes that we'll be great
But that tales lead to greatness is a matter of debate
Since storytellers often are among those we berate
And they must ever have a care whose egos they inflate
As they go on and spin their tales, as they will at length prate
And greatness, we must all recall, may not be a fair fate
Because as great as glory is, at least so much is hate,
And fear spreads wide, as well, as we have seen of late,
And no small peril presses forth to on us hunger sate.
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