On my sorjourn to the Rhema
Then at first I learnt the truth
Only to use all my strenght
Reasoning and intellect to fight,
My mind and my will
The symbol of my being
And the who I am
Thereby blunting
The art to learn
Percepts
And recieve precepts
With the renewal of mind
Ambushed against my will
I'm of the same opinion still
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