19.11.2024
And though we worship thee we still hold back, Preferring still the senselessness of days Of wandering around the central core, For old tried paths we seem to have a knack. Even aware of a subtle force that plays With us, feeding until we could no more Deny the love divine that called us home, No more in vapid ignorance to roam.
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