A lost soul on a journey travels a slippery slope, not caring which way the soul is to lope, till the lost soul reaches the crossroads of life with choices to be made; conformity to the world's staff or travel the ancient paths that are tried and true.
Choosing exuberance for the slippery slope, the lost soul declares, "I have seen your ancient paths that are tried and true, I will not travel that superstition for the world is my hope."
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