'The fault, my dear Brutus,
lies not in our stars but in ourselves...'
- From 'Julius Caesar'
Cassias to Brutus—
One thing: and it is true in this!
But, alas,
My dear Cass,
What now is a man ever to do,
When he knows that no Fault's cohesion will ever hold true?
What, conspirator, what I ask,
Is he to put up to his Err's task?
Sins, ye say, are found not in the World...
But what we need do is look at our soul’s unfurled?
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