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ancient ancestor's fervently sought
a truth , neither to be traded or bought
to discover , uncover , recover the mold
a beginning , spinning , facing sarcasm cold

learned men had to cypher , code their belief
undaunted critisisms , they found no relief
from those of power , whom would have them cower
recant their statements , or destroy the tower
imprison the mind , the body , the soul
burn the remnants of ideas was their goal
instilling of ignorance , bathed with fear
washing of hands , without facing a mirror
deep down ,subconscious , dark ages grew
contained in the cauldrons of their faulty brew .

school of hard knock's , pandora's box
too many blocks within' that rock
corners have been turned , while bridges burn
rushing , oblivious , of the lessons to be learned
little white lie's swept under the rug
uncomfortable feelings give conscious a tug
deeper thoughts , become a shadowy bug
persistent visions of the hole that's dug

like a thundering rainstorm , dark clouds overhead
releasing it's fury , letting go instead
floodwaters , overflowing , bursting dams and levies
like a burden withheld , that's become too heavy

keeping it all locked up in that box
differing peace , at the end of that walk .

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