A hypocrite of their own
Creatures who went their lone
Who forever dwells their zone
Ahead intramural; 'twas unknown
Life's of no use, of filthy axioms
The free man who set his own limits
One who spent a life inside a medium
Intelligence be wrong, thy said -be culprits!
How come; acquisition of knowledge a felony
Assured was naught bliss yet melancholy
Thine reasons, I reckon too shallow
Thine thoughts, mine suspect too narrow
Thus Existence- a common prejudice be 'Hollow'.
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