I walk with weary feet
and constant dread
along the paths of the living
dead.
Who of body and soul
Show no real care
But live for the moment in
despaire.
And having the promise
Of all knowledge
Have eaten of the cursed
tree
And eating have been damned
To always know
But never, never
understand.
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