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Despair is wise,  
Guiding fools to their demise  
But love of self seems kind,  
Be it mortal or divine,  
Is altogether blind  

While I dream of loss and gain  
In life I have only lost  
The memories that I retain  
Make my essence cold as frost  

Linked just to moments  
In which I have erred  
They turn to laments  
That do naught but serve  
To make me refuse penitence  
And see this world  
As being absurd  

As I rage at Circumstance  
For being unfair to my poultry plight  
Yet in my momentary ignorance  
I neglect the simplicity of the fact  
That I am plagued by a blight  
Detestable in its nature  
And that blight is the desire to Know  

Through naked beauty of the Pristine Being  
Its purity, defiled in an instant  
The Tree of Knowledge shall be consumed  
Leaving only the Tree of Life  
Harvest the sap  
Desecrate the bark  
Its most holy shell  
Succumbs to the dark  

What have I done?  
Is not this endeavor flying too close to the Sun?  

Where must I go?  
To ascend, the coil of mortality must be cast into the Shadow  

Questions aside…  
The feeble shackles of morality attempt to make me abide  

But should I strive?  
After all ‘tis nothing but my blight that keeps me alive…  

I must not fall  
Not prey to this  
Tightening noose of repetitive nonsensical strife  
I shall prevail  
The goal must be reached  
For once set in motion, the outcome of this campaign cannot be undone