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Crave for no more, nor the self that would |
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Not even that which always is there |
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Needy of naught, but to be constrained |
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From any care and want of a selfish urge |
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What is needed save strengthened will of man |
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Fulfilment of all that is latent within |
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What is to fear, what do they hate? |
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How can they even bear to look at themselves |
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Those who love to crawl? |
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Near breaking point |
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From the bows you've made |
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Towards the constructed |
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Deity's power |
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Reverence due, not to unseen mights nor lack of clarity, but to the well-known, familiar ever present miracle of the |
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I, Fountainhead of... progress |
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How can anyone with serious integrity abandon all that's left for me and still be free to seek what's real? |
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Where's the logic thought, the one thing that should be guide our way throughout this solitary state that we call life? |
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Where's the |
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I, Fountainhead of progress? |
