"And what is it that you seek -
To find and maybe hold?"
But for a while this question rings
Until time is over - now too old.
Employ the youth within your bones!
Grasp each slippery thought:
Find the idea to fit the mold -
Seeking the Sheep by whom you're bought.
With each vital step come close,
Close to whisper, "What is the greatest?"
Breath no longer can we hold
But must know what's greatest!
Now known and wise it seems.
And Love is yet another way to Die.
Death be silent, don't move a hand.
Follow me! Hear my cry!
Walk away, farewell the Friends,
With nothing more but the End.
Love the Great to Sacrifice -
Knowing never to Descend.
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