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In darkness you live, like the black of night
You know not the fear that drives you
Yet you feel it grate against your soul
Desperation and hunger floods your being
Succumbing to the serpent, you feed on others
Reckless denial of the emptiness that consumes you
Oblivious to your icy wasteland now created
Contentment now carried on the guile of progress
Nothing can penetrate this veil of deceit
So far removed and forgotten is the mothers milk
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To those who wander but who are not lost...
~ Knowledge is not something you acquire, it is something you open yourself to.
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