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Tear me from pure pursuits,
Name the spaces whence unnamed.

Judge me with elaborate construct,
Choking strata of the knaves.

Hide away the dawn,
Leave a frost where once was flame,
Entropic in the dark, eternal freeze.

Does the ash of the fire remember the flame?
Does the dust of the field ache for the rain?
When the glory is done, what becomes of the ghosts,
The crumbling castles, the empty moats?

A march to extinction that we can't avoid.
Blooms, white and golden, fragile egos, wilting in the void.

Give me a reason that isn't just blindness,
Primitive divination and confirmation bias.

Show me an answer, don't prove the rule,
Sweet refutation in ignorant bliss.
I'll be Fortune's fool.

In the agony of logic, o'er the illusion,
Our inherent nature, forced conclusions.
Thrusting of existence on the unborn lamb,
What gives us the right to deal such a hand?

A march to extinction that we can't avoid.
Blooms, white and golden, fragile egos, wilting in the void.

Give me a reason that isn't just blindness,
Primitive divination and confirmation bias.

Show me an answer, don't prove the rule,
Sweet refutation in ignorant bliss.
I'll be Fortune's fool.

Show me an answer that isn't just ego,
The vanity of sentience, the face in the mirror.
Give me a reason, to scry the pool,
Reflect only torment, the body melts away.
Give me a reason.

Give me a reason, and I'll be reasonable.
Show me an answer, and I'll answer to it.
All around me innumerable forms,
Bound in heavy leaden chains.
I'll be Fortune's fool.

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