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Where is your moment of truth? At what point does compelling thought turn the corner, and enter idiocy?
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Roam past the devils of Darkness,
Slip beyond the ghouls of Conformity,
Leave behind the Mystic of Doubt;
And you arrive at the home of Thought.
A glance around the Domicile
Quickly disillusions;
It being the lair of a predatory beast,
Holding fumes of decaying scraps of meat
On scattered Bones;
Ingested in hurried frenzy.
What would seem so ordered and perfect,
Be nothing but Chaos;
Where be the purity so touted
About the vaunted effort?
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