Thread:Mebugsntokenspls/@comment-27122883-20170711203127/@comment-27122883-20170719142716

Oh I'm not leaving just yet. Disappointed about the way people are treating one another and yes I think that a clique has developed and that I may end up quoting Shelley's Ozymandius if too many are driven out. I MET a Traveler from an antique land, Who said, "Two vast and trunkless legs of stone    Stand in the desart. Near them, on the sand,     Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,     And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,     Tell that its sculptor well those passions read,     Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,     The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed:     And on the pedestal these words appear:     "My name is OZYMANDIAS, King of Kings."     Look on my works ye Mighty, and despair!     No thing beside remains. Round the decay     Of that Colossal Wreck, boundless and bare,     The lone and level sands stretch far away.