Men are haunted by the vastness of eternity. And so we ask ourselves: Will our actions echo across the centuries? Will Strangers hear our names long after we are gone, and wonder who we were, how bravely we fought, how fiercely we loved?
Voilà! Here a vaudevillian introduction for myself I give thee. Visually impaired, but ambitious and valiant, vivified against veiled villainy. Vie with myself vigorously; meanwhile vanquish this variable universe valorously. Vow to act the victor, not the victim, to the fate, and create my versatile fantasy. Venture to verify my value, never surrender to the vicissitudes of life or flee. Although losed eye vision, other senses and the variant mind are still vigilant, staying in the veritable sanity. With the verve of truth, visit this vicious world filled with virulent vermin and veneer of vanity, As a vanguard for virtue I hope, wearing a velvet gown and a wig, withstanding the violent violation of veracity, Let words be my sword and validation be my shield, using my voice defeating the venal enemy. Efforts held as a votive, not in vain, will not be devoured by a vast venomous void or vanish as vapour valetudinarily. Verily, this vers libre of verbiage veereth verbose and lack of creativity, So, let me simply add that it is my very good honour to meet thee, and thou mayst call me, V.
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