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It gave us unexplainable knowledge,
The tinnniest of fruit that bore all burden,
But no more,
Now we must hold it, carry it,
With patience and care,
Ignorance is bliss,
And so blissful we are not,
The mightiest of creatures,
Yet we have decieved ourselves,
Thoughts fill our heads, questions,
The knowledge that was gainned is lost with time,
And time is lost with fear,
Fear that we're wrong,
Fear that we're right,
Fear that it's over,
Fear that it's just begun.
2007-09-02
16:31:23
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