the epic of gilgamesh

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The room is dark, littered with remains from feasts of old. The pair of men sit side-by-side. Controllers in hand, the mighty heroes' proclaim their glory.   "I am Gilgamesh, the mighty king!
Must we live like Gilgamesh Inbetween gasps of sorrow Looking tirelessly For our loves Lost   How many times might we mock openly The will of gods Even if they do not
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