Basking in the light of the afterlife
Lies the road of Earthly knowledge.
Of supposed wisdom. Of hubris.
Down, down its scattered stones,
To the cold edge of nothingness.
In death you see the winding path
In all its deceitful glory!
As the veil is lifted, flesh cast aside
Nothing more than a withering trail
A joke for the awakened dreamer.
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