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,
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not to unseen mights
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nor lack of clarity,
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but to the well-known, familiar
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ever present miracle of the
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I, Fountainhead of... progress
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How can anyone with serious integrity
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abandon all that's left for me
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and still be free to seek what's real?
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Where's the logic thought,
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the one thing that should be guide our way
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throughout this solitary state that we call life?
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Where's the I, Fountainhead of progress?
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Fountainhead
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| Spiral Architect |
