| Sparring with the paramount crime: our whim is our purpose
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| Staring through the molecular glaze, may we discover the bounty of age?
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| We project and transcend, you’ve served your time
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| He who confides in unwritten law, is the man who cries the Nile
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| Life is much more beautiful, when it means nothing at all!
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| The shameless difference between; |
| life within the grains, of a mans jaw
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| Or the nectar of the hemlock’s roots; |
| challenge the absurd;
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| Every, living way
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| Knowledge is my own!
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| Victory for those who revel in; |
| a new discourse; |
| owners of thoughts
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| Alive, the union of our sorrows; |
| the shaded respite;
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| Light from darkness
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| Knowledge is my own!
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| Down from the tree, his steady hands carve, a return to the earth
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| Sentient at his time, for he stared into the mirror of possibility |