Plenitude is sweep
In the face of the deep
According to the weed
Of our conscious creed
Doctrinate the crawls
For the myriads falls
Engraved in sins
And our life begins
Sceptic is the mind
Deranged and aligned
Abhor and tremble
The forbidden but accessible
Heuristic is the knowledge
Ascetic to the ledge
The reaching for the entwine
The recognition of our crime
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